Resting
by Paul Purdayhttps://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/PaulPurdayPaintings?ref=seller-platform-mcnav
We often pause our working
To rest and take a breath
And wonder, is it worth it?
To flog ourselves to death!
The world is always turning
Wherever we will be
And farther from the centre
The greater haste we'll see.
When we discover Jesus
We find where all things turn
And though the storm is raging
He's sleeping in the stern.
Our Christian lives will often
Still work us to the wall
Work that's no longer needed
For He has done it all.
To work is not a problem
And working for Him too
But guilt so as to pay Him
Is work that is not true.
As we approach the centre
The place where He resides
His presence is the glory
Where all of love abides.
To rest in Him, and being
United in His love
His heart and ours entwining
The workings of the Dove.
The centre of the whirlpool
The eye within the storm
His peace alone is seeing
His heart and ours conform.
It's not an easy picture
It's not a simple way
For only He can hold us
And chase our fears away.
His life is in our being
His words are on our tongue
His songs that we are singing
Are songs that He has sung.
This poem won second place for the
July 2024 poetry contest
