Rest is aware of how vital she is to life. And most of creation pays homage to her. Even the Creator. But not all of us.
Slipping into disguise, rest blends in with other so-called priorities. Becoming a slice on the calendar. The conclusion of a tiresome day. Instead of its beginning.
To the detriment of many, rest is understood as a recharging of batteries. Giving permission to those who abuse her. And license to operate on a fraction of what she has to offer.
Rest is often the first to be offered up as a sacrifice. To be given away at the auction block. To be traded in for a good or service. Rest is wrongly designated as commodity.
Rest may run away from the unguarded. Drift off into the frantic night. Only to make a cameo appearance. In small and insignificant doses. A shooting star. A tease under cover. She returns just long enough to be a stark reminder of her worth. And yet she remains so elusive. As she slips away again. Without notice. When rest is betrayed long enough, she exacts revenge.
But rest should not be confined to the patterns of the moon. She is open for business at all times. And is unlimited in her seating capacity.
It is true that some demand more of rest than others. But she is universally deprived of her full potential. Rest is seeking faithful partners. But instead gets flaky offers of commitment, when convenient.
Rest yearns to be woven into the fabric of ongoing life. To break out of her nighttime ghetto. And to be claimed. Again and again and again. Amen.
Slipping into disguise, rest blends in with other so-called priorities. Becoming a slice on the calendar. The conclusion of a tiresome day. Instead of its beginning.
To the detriment of many, rest is understood as a recharging of batteries. Giving permission to those who abuse her. And license to operate on a fraction of what she has to offer.
Rest is often the first to be offered up as a sacrifice. To be given away at the auction block. To be traded in for a good or service. Rest is wrongly designated as commodity.
Rest may run away from the unguarded. Drift off into the frantic night. Only to make a cameo appearance. In small and insignificant doses. A shooting star. A tease under cover. She returns just long enough to be a stark reminder of her worth. And yet she remains so elusive. As she slips away again. Without notice. When rest is betrayed long enough, she exacts revenge.
But rest should not be confined to the patterns of the moon. She is open for business at all times. And is unlimited in her seating capacity.
It is true that some demand more of rest than others. But she is universally deprived of her full potential. Rest is seeking faithful partners. But instead gets flaky offers of commitment, when convenient.
Rest yearns to be woven into the fabric of ongoing life. To break out of her nighttime ghetto. And to be claimed. Again and again and again. Amen.