On the seventh day He rested.
(Did it take a toll, the
crafting of creation
universe-shaping
calling forth Something
out of Nothing?
Did You rest to show us
How, or was it Why?)
To pause. Selah.
To revel in the work of Your Hands,
delighting in what's Good indeed.
(Did it take a toll, the
crafting of creation
universe-shaping
calling forth Something
out of Nothing?
Did You rest to show us
How, or was it Why?)
To pause. Selah.
To revel in the work of Your Hands,
delighting in what's Good indeed.
On the seventh day we rest as well.
Babies and garden need tending still,
but many hands make such care light.
We revel in the work of our hands,
and Yours. Co-laborers, we
pause. Selah.
Tarrying over breakfast:
eggs fresh, jam sweet, coffee hot.
Loading bags and bikes, we country-drive.
The day is cool, path straight through
bridges high and forest green. Rain falls
softy, misting skin 'neath canopy of trees.
Listen. Baby giggles, silly songs,
"Faster, Daddy, faster!" Wheels spin,
Listen. Baby giggles, silly songs,
"Faster, Daddy, faster!" Wheels spin,
pedals push and river rushes, muffling
rafters' lively cheers below.
Look. Four wide eyes peer from trailer
window, sibling smiles spread fast to
passers-by. Mushrooms spiral trees and
tiny frogs play hopscotch through our path.
Breathe. Rhododendron and rain perfume
the air. Inhale the quiet, drink deeply from
fountains of Rest. This re-creation is good
indeed, the very Shalom of God.
Another throwback post, this one from three summers past. Happy Sabbath, friends. Rest ye well.
