Rest
Relief looks different to each of us.
I am a tree; I grow towards the sun, decade upon decade. Yet do I bring shade to those who rest under me.
What troubles them nourishes me: storm, rain, hot sun.
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Where is my rest? Is it needed? Does it look the same as that of others?
Let me continue to grow, Lord, and fulfill my nature. Let rest come in its proper form.
– from the mountain
Consider:
Can I accept each person's rest?
Reading:
“I am the woods and the dark trees that grow,
I am the earth that sleeps and wakes and grows again.” — Thomas Wolfe
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“God is a pure no-thing,
concealed in now and here:
the less you reach for him,
the more he will appear.” — Angelus Silesius
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“And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.” — Psalm 1:3 (KJV)
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