Rest

Rest a poem

by Joel Howard

Hear the breeze

Quiet

Still

Feel God's space

Sense His will

Enough is enough

Found is a sense

Of stillness

And of rest

Ground

Soil

Resting, resting

Hands

Tired

Resting too

The world can move on 

without me

without me

In solitude 

I am finding 

You

in rest