I am tired
But I cannot sleep
There is too much to do
Too much to accomplish
Too many people
Too much work
Even as my eyes grow weary
My eyelids feel the gravity
My head begins to tilt
My mind starts to wander
I can hear
I still listen
But it flows through me
Like a gentle creek
Flows over boulders
So the words
Flow over me
And I am unchanged
Then I stir
My consciousness awakes
My eyes drift upward
I jerk upright
This is not the place I just was
You are speaking words I do not understand
Like pages ripped from a book
I know not the context
The background
The story you speak of
Why do you look at me
As though I were asleep?
I was here
I was listening
I was just resting my eyes
How I wish I could rest them more
I see only turmoil
Dismay and disruption
Depression and destruction
I see a river
But it flows too gently
I need to go upstream
I need to seek fresher water
Where the river gushes forth from it's source
Where even boulders roll
It is a mighty river
It demands change
It refreshens
It replenishes
It renews
I am satisfied
It quenches my thirst
My eyes grow weary
But my soul is awake
It is ready
It is waiting
For the new day
For there is work to be done
There are people to see
There are boulders to roll
And new paths to create
Where the river has not flown before
Where the rocks are overgrown
with moss and weeds
and entangled in the vines
They too thirst
Thirst for movement
For change
For freedom
But what can they do?
They are just rocks
I am just a weary person
But the river is within me
I must rest now
But the river is waiting
Waiting for the sunrise
When the floodgates open
And it can spring forth
and fill the land
With fresh water
With living water
But I cannot sleep
There is too much to do
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