WHY DO I WAIT TO REST

Perhaps it is only in the longest days
The ones where feet are heavy laden
and the weight of reality weighs on the body

curling the shoulders and staggering steps
Weary - a self imposed Atlas

Perhaps it is only in these days
The ones that run ragged
the ones the begin without way or want
so wreathed in woe

maybe it is only when we have become so burnt out by
our will alone that we remember

The divine call to rest