‘Tis a gift to be simple, the Shakers sang;
To be silly once meant to be blessed.
But simplicity is hard to find,
So sometimes I just stop and breathe,
Stop and clear my mind,
Seeking calmness from which to make
A simple moment in my space.
And sometimes I do silly things,
Like sing a song or climb a tree,
Going beyond my ordered face
To a place I’d rather be,
Where there still is room for the silly side of me.
©2/5/2002 John I. Blair
