11/05/2025
I walked through thorns with aching feet,
past shadows cold and wild retreat.
I crossed the fence, and climbed the pain,
through storm and silence, loss and gain.
Now moss beneath, sky up above,
a hush of green, a breath, a shove.
I do not know what comes ahead,
but here I lay my heavy head.
The gold is faint, yet still it glows,
a compass only silence knows.
I’ll rise again when dawn feels right,
but let me rest in peace tonight.
”A shelter for the soul”
2025
For Rest Collection
