to rest

Today, like all days
there’s a hundred thousand things to do…
but my body, mind, and soul are desperate
for a day of respite
in the arms of a perfect God–
sufficient in Himself
with no need for me
  to fill Him
  complete Him
  satisfy or
  cater to Him;
Who only says //Come, rest awhile with Me.//

This hammock the cradle
of His arms around me
letting me
just be me–
   not trying, not striving
   not hustling, nor denying
the needed time to lie down
in green pastures
for the very Maker of my bones
  to restore my soul.