Slow the beats that thunder through me.
Calm my soul with the knowledge that there is nothing that I can do.
I rest.
Secure.
Still my mind.
The questions race, the possibilities expand, the not-knowing threatens.
Calm my soul with the reassurance that I am not in charge.
I rest.
Protected.
Still my hands.
The motions of the day have become automatic, frantic, unceasingly demanding.
Calm my soul with the awareness that my imperfect efforts are enough.
I rest.
I rest.
