sabbath comes over me – April 8


sabbath comes over

me like a dream state

sitting in the service

eyes closed, soul

at ease


like a soldier at ease

resting but alert

open to what

might come.


my breathing


why this

dream state.


it’s a gift, the

word comes.

what I intended

for you.


to be. and to be.

and to savor.


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