Yearning for Rest

Waiting
For dawn’s golden rays
To envelop us in doting warmth

Wishing
That the huntress’s whispering calls
And evil’s seductive nature
Would leave our tired minds alone

Dreaming
For peace, for quiet
For the angry zeal of the world
To go away,
Just for a moment

Hoping
That someday
Life will be calm
That tranquility will be more than just a dream
Wafting tauntingly ahead
Never within reach

Knowing
The world will never be so kind……

Except
For when the Potter’s gentle hands
Are shaping it
Into a lovely and intricate bowl
That will soon hold the Water of Life

Turning
The dirty peasants of the world
Into the salt of the earth






I love poetry…