Rest

Would think my soul were resting on some stair of guesting that my vision were compare. Just testing fate, my only choice were there and that gone by indoctrinating fare. I could not rest, if not encumbrance share and that small scaffolding of hope called care were in my power and in thy need, not bear - inquesting space and time were my impair. No consequence define but that abreast of wanting thee - I gamely foul duress for its attempt to muddle thee, and so arrest does stop some aggravation - I am blessed. To stop thy hurt - I pray for some ingress that memories prohibit not, nor stress, some lightness of encounter, some address that leaves thee willful, strong, and so congress - I love thee - that my entities undress would keep thee truly whole, in God's pure rest!