Rest
September 13, 2013
When at the close of week with many miles journeyed, and the demands of time lengthen my face to an exhausted frown…
When the head pounds just enough to make talking a chore, but the soul still bounces with words left unsaid…
When the weights of worry over speechless child and the lightness of a work’s fulfillment culminate in a sigh of exhaustion and purpose…
When I drive from conversations of Kantian ethics to curl up in bed with a toddler and The Very Hungry Caterpillar…
When my nights have been a dance between sleeplessness and slumber, and the soundtrack of my week has been pastor’s sobs, toddler laughs, barbell clangs, keyboard clicks, and the headiness of theology with the grittiness of love…
You call me to peace, to the stillness of knowing, to the strength that allows for one last bedtime story, to the sleepiness that sometimes eludes and the softness of the dusty sun setting, to the twilight sleep where I hear in an echo- perhaps I dreamed it, perhaps I did not- your lullaby song hummed sweetly and low…
ordinary sacred 