A poem written just for fun and just because I ran out of ideas....
Squirrel-in-resting-mode sprawls out beneath a lazy sky,
his floppy sunhat shading half his face.
He’s ditched his headphones—no more woodland hi-fi~
Squirrel-in-resting-mode sprawls out beneath a lazy sky.
He listens to the breeze go drifting by,
lets chirps and mountain hush fill the open space.
Squirrel-in-resting-mode sprawls out beneath a lazy sky,
his floppy sunhat shading half his face.
Your chest is moving up and down
With every tender breath
And body from the toe to crown
As you next to me rest
Your head is resting, and blonde hair
Swings down to every side
Are your dreams happy? Or nightmares
Behind those lovely eyes?
Your ears are pink; blush on your face
Soft and warm are your palms
How I delight in your embrace
And hope that you be calm -
And as your soul moves up and down
With every tender breath
Let me inside your spirit drown
And in there find - my rest.
often . . . I find my solitude in the holy place
of a sacred church haven and refuge I embrace
at times it is in nature I find a temple like escape
in seclusion my soul descends like a green cape
in my dreams I build a secret fortress hideaway
a sanctuary for one where I can peacefully stay
and in reality ... I create my very own safe harbor
in my created garden beyond the pink rose arbor
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his silence isn’t empty~
it’s the space between keystrokes
when the poem arrives
Controlling my breathing in a cloud-like pattern.
No one, not even a bucket of slime can hurt me.
Lying down “Not Really.”
Feels like it,
The horizontal sensation.
Jumping out at me.
They play like that.
Molecules inside me, and out there.
All in a bedroom where I’m always alive.
Everyone has a time where they don’t sleep.
Just like a fly doesn’t sleep, he just exists.
Overhead.
Behind nothing.
No one can explain how a dream-like state can pinch and bite like this.
Then it’s not dream-like is it?
It’s just a pulley system tugging me out of the well.
Drop down again.
The sun doesn’t do anything.
Doesn’t even haunt me.
Just expands and extends everything and all the planets circle in agreement.
And that’s what rest is to me.
There is a stone behind my eyes
it sits calmly in a troubled sea.
My peace is to rest there
on that stones round summit
naked of all emotion.
I am not cold of heart
just divorced from the waves.
When I wish to swim, then I swim,
often
while watching others drown
within themselves.
Then truth must become a resting place
For my soul
When my thoughts scatter
As ripples upon the sea
Created by pebbles
Tossed carelessly
When my heart bruises
As fragile as wings of a butterfly
Ripped and torn as by a child
Just passing by
When my feet are tattered
As painful as a soldier’s wounds
Yet he still struggles to stand
From dusk to noon
When my head is bowed as Atlas
Who was compelled to carry the weight
So even the heavens mourned
Because of his plight and his fate
Then the truth must become a resting place
For my soul
Our mind may know or it may not
What’s knowledge got to do with us
What is thought but a narrow slot
Birthing but dark fears that nonplus
Here on earth for a brief sojourn
We need the mind and senses five
But soul’s fire that in heart does burn
Is God’s light that keeps us alive
It matters not how fast we drive
Or the quantum of our net worth
What counts is soul’s light we revive
That has our heart bubbling in mirth
Stars glow,
Soft and distant,
Whispering their calm light,
Resting upon a quiet earth,
Peace reigns.
My final resting place.
I may be in the room next door
I may be down the hall,
Don’t you try looking for me
As you won’t find me here at all.
I’m in my final resting place
A place where you can’t see,
A place where you can’t visit
And sit and talk with me.
But I am always with you
And believe me when I say,
I will be here waiting
When it comes to your ‘resting day’
Where we can be together
And sit and laugh and cry,
But don’t you rush to join me here
With the birds up in the sky.
Please just keep this promise
That you will always be,
That lovely, true, kind person
Who always saw the best in me.
The person who I turned to
When things were good or bad,
And even though I’m gone now
I beg you, please don’t feel too sad.
When you think of me from time to time
And a tear rolls down your face,
I tell you I am happy here
In my final resting place.
Look upon the hill
See the yonder field musing
Where your soul find rest.
Everything is worse when I lie down.
Because then I can feel the throbbing and pulling.
As if someone is doing surgery on me, but I’m awake somehow.
It doesn’t hurt, it’s just pressure.
It doesn’t hurt, it’s just this bursting sensation.
As if my organs are made of bubble wrap.
So that’s why I can’t lie down.
So that’s why they’re making me lie down.
Resting my faith in you through the storm,
I will cry out to you Oh sweet Lord,
If your voice can calm a raging sea,
Cease my thoughts and speak peace through me.
When the sea rises above my head,
I will not drown in the thoughts of death,
Focus my heart on you till the end,
I want to see you Lord, my great friend.
Never to take my eyes off you God,
Trusting you will take me far beyond,
Step out on water to walk with you,
Every wave in my mind has been calmed.
I'll rest my Faith in you through the storm,
Conquering all that the sea will form,
No matter the battle, no matter the war,
True peace in Jesus is worth fighting for.
A PRAYER FOR A RESTING SLEEPING CHILD
Beloved child of the most-high God;
Rest in the arms of Jesus;
May God will protect and surround you;
Set His watch over you as you sleep;
This night;
Awakening on the New Day Dawn;
Refresh, blessed and bright;
You are in the Father’s Heart,
You are His daughter and all is well;
For you in this night;
In Jesus name Amen;
Amen;
3/5/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Resting my thoughts, I look unto Thee
Your peace flows divine
Resting my fears, I can clearly see
My ways, You align
Resting my worries into Thy care
All I need is trust
Resting my sorrows, I say a pray'r
Faith in You is must
Resting my mind, for You see my thoughts
Know me inside out
Resting my plans, for You call the shots
Remove any doubt
Resting, I know You are my Maker
You're the true Shepherd
Knowing You're not a promise breaker
Resting in Your Word
Resting in Your love, I find healing
No scars, I'm made whole
Resting under Your wings, I'm feeling
Rested in my soul.
8th December 2022
For Unseeking Seeker's "Thought Rested Awareness" contest
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