Four days away, the mind said,"Why go now?"
No exhaustion called, no stressed-out brow.
Felt like I'd not earned it, this gentle, slow retreat,
Just a wasted moment, 'tween footsteps on the street.
They tell us we must earn, each breath of peaceful grace,
Deserve our joy and calm, in this hurried, busy space.
But my whole being sighed, a quiet, deep release,
Found true life returning, in moments of sweet peace.
Feet in the damp earth, sun through the storm clouds soft,
A humid, gentle warmth, where my spirit lifted off.
Not just doing tasks, not rushing through the day,
But all-the-way alive, in a deeply living way.
My soul was tired too, of the daily, constant hum,
Longing for connection, for solace to become.
To earth, to human heart, to echoes from the past,
A slowness rediscovered, a moment built to last.
They tell us we must earn, each breath of peaceful grace,
Deserve our joy and calm, in this hurried, busy space.
But my whole being sighed, a quiet, deep release,
Found true life returning, in moments of sweet peace.
Your rest is a right, a gentle, tender call, To fill your cup with simple joys, to give your soul its all.
Four days away, the mind said,"Why go now?"
