If Your Purpose Was Existence, Nothing Else: Whispers of Rest

My gears are grinding to a halt, not of my own choosing.

My body screams, “Stop!”

Tears threaten to splash onto the table.

Neck tightens.

Hands tingle.

Pain tells mind what body intuits.

“Take care so you can live.”

Rest.

Live redemption, resurrection.

Love does not condemn

Receiver or giver.

Love loves.

Rest rests.

Curl up with a book.

Give space to your whole self

To breathe.

 

If your purpose was existence, nothing else.

Living as praise,

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Whispers of Rest

This poem was inspired by the book Whispers of Rest, a 40-day devotional detox by Bonnie Gray.

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May 26, 2017