Turn off those worries that well within
No more than millstone, hope grown thin.
Temporary, that gray horizon
For storm tossed days will have an end.
Through darkest night a candle burns
When inner thoughts are outward turned,
When burdens weighed would overwhelm,
Remember The Captain is at the helm.
No matter what, no need to fret,
Tranquility is coming yet.
Smiling eyes and a glad heart that sings
Are wind beneath the peace dove’s wings .
Fleet footed time works patiently
“The best of all is yet to be”.*
“the best of all is yet to be” *from Robert Browning