Poetry: Sacred Rest

Poetry by Betty

Remember the wind.

Despite its endless course,

Utterly, we endorse

That its marathon ends.

Remember the moon

High tide after high tide

Every now and then

The clouds allow her to hide.

Remember the stars

Of course they shine so bright

But after quite some time

Their fire starts to die.

Remember the sea

The hidden universe

Even its highest waves

Fall down as water stills.

Remember your God

Who spoke life into you,

Despite his strength, He knew

On Sunday rest was due.

And remember yourself

Made in the image of God

Pour not from an empty cup

Hang not by a single thread.