Thursday, March 30, 2023

RESTLESS (FINAL VERSION)

 

("Our hearts are restless, till they rest in Thee"

St. Augustine)

sometimes the heart must find rest

from all the questions that it cannot guess

from the quest that keeps falling apart

sometimes the heart runs out of homelands

is tired of taking a stand

is a nameless guest at a nameless feast

and can eat nothing

it will starve watching only the night skies

waiting for signs

oh that it could rest from all contrariness

that it could find a home under the small ferns

where it would be always, Spring.

mary angela douglas 24 november 2021

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