My gears are grinding to a halt, not of my own choosing.
My body screams, “Stop!”
Tears threaten to splash onto the table.
Pain tells mind what body intuits.
“Take care so you can live.”
Live redemption, resurrection.
Love does not condemn
Receiver or giver.
Curl up with a book.
Give space to your whole self
If your purpose was existence, nothing else.
Living as praise,
That would be enough.Tweet This
Whispers of Rest
This poem was inspired by the book Whispers of Rest, a 40-day devotional detox by Bonnie Gray.