All Day…

All Day

I carried the
weight of
so many
‘items.’

I was not
carrying
anything
‘Alone’…

Some-THING
was always
present to
aid me.

Even when I
grew tired—
I KNEW
I FELT
‘presence.’

The end of
the day
called me
to a quiet place.

I found
a sturdy shelter

and together
the one lifting
the burdens
of the day with me—

found Rest.

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