I took rest like He told me to. I lay my head
down and closed my eyes as if
I had not just seen all the unraveled left
unraveled in the world outside.
My lashes touch and lay rest
on my upper cheekbones, soft;
Unlike the hard smacks from side to side
They knocked me back to despair's doorstep
only just a moment ago;
Awaiting the salt I knew
I would rub in them
as I tossed and turned.
Yet He whispered,
"Shhhh....rest. Rest as if you never knew
any of it".
And so I drifted away
Into slumber's open window
while all the open wounds stay open.
And when I awoke,
There was Dad still
at my bedside
with His hands open
--all of it He carried
and held while I had fallen deep, helpless.
And His palms made me wonder why my anxious
He carried it all;
And here He is over me and yet,
There I go
“Will you be here
when the dark comes again?
And then after, when it meets with
sun's breaking light too?"