Rest a while

To the delights of weariness,

You rest just a bit,

Not a slumber so full that

The ache of ‘tired’ returns,

But enough to smile again,

And thank the pillow for

The brief, but lovely

Respite.

To the wonder of being,

You are here fully, watching,

Listening,

Holding the story.

It takes a blink of the eye,

And a touch of the heart…

But you brave it out,

Knowing the end,

Like the beginning,

Is worth the wait.