The Day of Rest
Sunday is a day of
rest,
Some go pray and thus
feel blessed.
Remember though that
adage old,
As good as rest, is
change we’re told.
Seek change if it is
rest you need,
Somewhere new, your
soul will feed.
If in town you spend
your days,
Go to the country;
feel and praise.
If you cannot leave
your home,
In the country fair
to roam,
Look inside yourself;
be still,
There is soul’s nectar
– drink your fill.
Wise the psalmist
when he wrote
For folks of old, and
here I quote,
Don’t just toil upon
Earth’s sod,
“Be still and know
that I am God.”
Seek the truth and
when you find it,
Test within, the love
behind it.
Love vibrates with
heart and soul
And helps the spirit
reach its goal.
Stretch your spirit
if you’d be strong,
Leave habit; comfort;
move along.
Try what you think
you cannot do,
Then inner strength
will transform you.
Your spirit does not
fear the worst,
It taps the power
that from the first,
Made us immortal;
sister; brother,
God links us all to
one another.
East or West or North
or South,
Despite the language
from your mouth,
Buddha, Islam, Christ
or mission,
His love is ours
without condition.
Every road will take
us where,
The love of God our
homes prepare,
In spirit realms so
fair and bright
We all will
dwell: No need to fight.
Some get there quick
and others slow,
Why is that? Is it
always so?
The quick ones help
their worldwide kin,
The slow, too much of
self let in.
The quick judge not
for this they know,
We always reap
whate’er we sow.
They know all err,
that’s how we learn,
Are patient, kind and
wait their turn.
The slow find
patience hard to bear,
They want to change
the world and tear
Apart and start anew,
To give them more
than me and you.
Please understand and
be content,
With all that God on
you has spent.
Your hand in His,
just trust and know,
You are His child, He
loves you so,
The light within your
soul is clear,
Cover it not with
doubt or fear,
Or selfish thoughts,
or hate, or strife,
Your light is love
and love is life.
© Lionel Owen 2009
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