In Peaceful Rooms

I have been there when the soul prepared to leave

The body it had chosen to occupy,

To carry the evolving psychic flame,

Leaving with the softness of a sigh.

I have watched the swelling waves of human grief

Crash upon the loved ones who remained.

Yet sat in peaceful rooms where the belief

Of those who calm and silence had attained

Invoked a force descending in the room,

A force to still the anguish and the tears

Allowing no impending sense of doom

Relieving hearts from vain emotion's fears

And a quiet into mortal souls descend

Aware of a beginning, not an end.