Poem: Sunday Rest

Sunday Rest

With a huff and a puff we pant up the hill.

To sit half way high on a rock...

I wish to savour this moment-

to put it in my pocket and save it for a rainy day.

We listen to the land breathe,

feel the wind trickling over us.

The birds coo a worship song,

as the grass bows its head in praise before its maker.

and on the seventh day God rested..

and enjoyed creation.

Here in this moment I remember to be;

remember to breathe.

Here I remember I am in His hands;

that there is still beauty to be seen in a fallen world.