The Cold Remedy

Drink tea.

Now diffuse oils.

Close eyes. Nap. Let it be.

Rest? Salvation. Heal the unseen.

Cease toils.

This week I’m thwarting a cold and the desire to push through it. I came across this verse,

In repentance and rest is your salvation,

in quietness and trust is your strength,

but you would have none of it.

Verse 15 from a chapter in Isaiah 30 entitled, “Woe to the Obstinate Nation” (NIV). I almost laughed out loud when I read that summarization. The go, go, go mentality often keeps me from recovering fully. I tell myself it’s just a cold. Twenty-four hours, tops! We rebels like to to go full steam until we drop.

Enter: the practice of poetry. Writing poems helps me to pay attention to what I truly need. Today that happens to be tea, oils, rest, and more poetry. Always the faithful remedy.

I wrote this poem, called a cinquain, in conjunction with the weekly Tweetspeak Poetry prompt. If you’re into poetry form, I combined the Crapsey Cinquain pattern of 2/4/6/8/2 syllables for each line with the Early Cinquain in abaab structure: Here’s last week’s: tree pose.

What helps you pay attention to what your body and soul need?

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September 12, 2017