W E A R Y
E A R Y W
A R Y W E
R Y W E A
Y W E A R
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This is the sound an Adelie makes when its radar's on the blink,
the sigh a tyre makes when it's been punctured by a nail,
the shush a woman utters when she's come a long way and there's still some distance to go
and all she wants to do is lay down her head, pack away her tools and sleep
and sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep
and sleep. . .
I love this - may all your sleeps be deep and restorative ones Adelie. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kay - this, too, shall pass?
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A prayer: May every bit of every part of every creature that needs it find rest and the good that, in time, it brings. I love your moon, brain, blood evocation of the state of weary. Shalom my friend. xx
ReplyDeleteI hear you, dear Claire.
ReplyDeleteSomehow you do, dear Mim - thank you.
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Dear PamMM, we know to trust the so-called fallow season, don't we? The times spent tunneling through dark loamy soil. Darkness brings gifts all its own, and we wake again and again into light... each day this is so. Thank you for your prayer and the rest and great good you bring. L, C x
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet bird. He looks so tired. I hope he or she can sleep peacefully and undisturbed.
ReplyDeleteJaye, such tender wishes from you... This is one very tired bird, yes! Thank you for your message, and welcome to this space. I hope you will come again!
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