rest

I remember what it feels like to rest, and so I must, and I will

I rest, when I hear the birds sing, and I quiet myself to hear them even more

I rest, when I feel the waves cover me,

and enjoy that I did not make or move them

The path my bare feet wander on, has been laid before me,

the unspoken invitation requests that I wander a while

and so, I must, and I will

My eyes become even more enlivened as I watch the honeybees mingle on the flowers before me!

The colors, the hum, the star dust of fallen pollen scatter across my shoulders, and this, I will not brush aside

The hand of God, and all His wonders work majestically together, for me, and for you,

to deliver what the Psalms profess: restoration.

Yes, You guide me by still waters, and restore my soul

And so, I must, and I will