Rest

Breathes in, breathes out.

I start in the sleepiness of the morning
While melting in the heat of the day
A hunger for a meal I'm already eating

I ride the distance
between gratefulness
and weariness

I sit and stare
I think and sigh
Bits flows through

The occasional chat
A seldom laugh
An immutable constant

I end in the sleepiness of the evening
While cooling in the breeze of the night
Still a hunger for the untouched meaning

Breathes in, breathes out.

The burden I try carrying myself
Brings me to nowhere
It needs to be cast upon
The One who can give me rest

Jesus said: "Come to me,
all you who are weary
and burdened, and
I will give you rest."