It’s a long day
In a short life.
Time to rest these weary bones.
Stop this raucous, ranting,
running
Gerbil ride I’m on.
Let the wheel turn by itself
Or slow to its cessation.
Even God took Sunday off, so
Who am I to question?
To rest is not to quit, and
A pause is not the end, but
A moment of reflection
Just before we start again is
A necessary interlude,
A quiet, soothing friend
Who will walk with me and
Talk with me and
Lead me round the bend.
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