Note to readers: Yesterday’s post was about being of good cheer. No doubt our hearts are made to sing, to soar and also to sigh. We grieve. We mourn, Feel lost and unsure. But rest and renewal can be found.
REST Weary and hurting, Heavy from burden. As the moon sinks low There is a place to let go.
Not as a quitter, Not forlorn or bitter-- But an easing of mind Where we can find . . . Presence.
There is a bed of divine light To soften the night, Resting the mind and realigned, Held in the crescent Of love And presence. ----- G. Hill