I was busier than usual this weekend, and found myself pondering the value of rest in the moments I enjoyed it. This poem was born out of those ponderings. Next month, I will start to experiment with some different forms of poetry to see if I can find some new forms I enjoy.
Calmness speaks to us Quiet peace, almost frozen Abound with stillness A lesson if we listen
In peace, we find strength Resolve to fight our battles Might needed at length To leave God's foes in shambles
Take rest while it lasts For peace is always fleeting Ever out of grasp Precious moments left reeling
We must be ready Ready to answer the call With our steady hand To ensure God's foes will fall
So now, take your rest While you may still find solace Rest makes us our best Ready to face the lawless
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