Lately this poem from the early days of this blog has been coming to mind. I need to remember to rest, to lean in, to fret not. Perhaps someone else needs that today, too? The concept and rhythm of the following come from Matthew 6:25-34.
How he sleeps:
Stretched out under the wing of the girl he loves,
Head pillowed on her knee.
Does he fret or worry
Over his next meal,
Next vaccine?
Feel the rhythm of his sleeping breath
As he leans in.
For him there is no next,
Only now;
And now is good.
Consider him:
Lean into your Master,
Your Father,
Your rest.
He knows the now and the next.
Fret not.
