
Restless Repose
Almost nobody knows
the place of restless repose.
For the quiet place I yearn
while deep dissatisfaction burns.
Longing for a place apart
for sweetened and pacified hearts.
The given work that life demands
becomes too much for human hands.
Fearing responsibility neglected,
faith in the resurrected
in whom your portion is protected
ignores the mind's cry: "Misdirected!"
To go against one's better judgment
in favor of the One whose judgment
is better,
whose drinking water is so much wetter.
I haven't got the time to thirst! I've barely got the time to think!
Then forget about thinking and put first things first.
Will you then have done your worst?
Will your work be so sub-par? Is this what makes you who you are?
Push all these things aside. For just a while....stop.
And if this time is brief and it seems I have not gained?
Then know that I have been there and I too was likewise pained.
Many thousands lately have gone to see me bleed.
How then can they doubt that I'll meet their every need?
"My grace for you is sufficient", says, "somehow the lack is filled"?
My gift was not completed the moment I was killed!
You anticipate the morning of the visit to the tomb,
and still you spend so much time locked in the upper room!
c 2004 Tim Dienes