BREATHE

Three days behind.
There has been no striving;
The work is spoken, the form is settled.
It is Good. Yet no rest.

Two more days unfold in color and movement,
with rustling leaves and rising scent.
It is Good. Yet incomplete.

Tomorrow waits for Sabbath, but one work remains.
Soil is gathered, dust is formed.
Mist lifts and wind moves.
The breath of God pressed into earth.
Life and beauty. Purpose and meaning.
It is very
Good.

Now rest.
Breathe.