The Pause, part two
You breathe in the last of the garden flowers.
It is the cusp between seasons,
a battle of colors, living and dying.
You rest in the midst of it.
You allow God’s work to fill you.
You breathe it in, strength
for the work ahead
About this poem
This is the second part of my earlier poem this morning. Rest. Then rise and fight again.
Tom
Quarry House 