i am learning to rest in new rhythms:

to breathe in morning air, heavy with dew

where leaves unhurried

transform, without a care

set alight with

a golden, fiery glow

i am learning to rest in new rhythms:

to step softly into the strangeness of things

where awkward moments

transform, unbidden

into sacred bonds

too precious to hold

i am learning to rest in new rhythms:

to have light hands and quiet feet

where the never-ending juggling act

transforms, unfurls

into a leisurely canoe ride

moving ever so gently

toward a Light, a Presence

who bids me to listen more deeply

ponder more thoughtfully

trust more profoundly

feel more tangibly

live more abundantly

even when the world seems awry

and dreams lie dormant

i am learning to rest in new rhythms

and for that my heart is glad

xx,
iz