Rest

We tumble into the world
Wailing or quiet
Feeling quite alone

You become an ocean
I become the body
Standing on a distant shore

We are mirrors of each other
But I don't know
Who is moving

Is it the separation
Or connection
That defines who we become?

A poet wrote that God loves
And waits for a reflection
Of His loving gaze

A friend told me
To rest my soul
In God's arms

I walk on some days
Purposefully lost and on others
Truly, lost

Too often, living lightly
Between abundance
And a deep want