Love Birthed from Rest

While dreary fills the moonlit night, a hope falls shadow. The earth turns and life moves on, rest however will always provide. Love through life is life itself, love of life and life of love. The hard heart will smooth to melted butter, so love may intervene. Prayers untold and tears cried will be remembered, as will be kindness and forgiveness.

I pray my love will flow through a soften heart to the people I love. Life is busy. Will I forget my past or wander the future? No my life is here and now, breath by breath I lead a life. Whether that life is loving or of hardened heart, will be decided by humbleness and willingness to accept the invitation of rest.