Rest my child.
These gifts I’ve
Formed in you
Yes give life
But at times drain
Wounding heart.
For a time lay them
In my hands to protect.
Silent they need to be
As heart mends
And spirit rests.
Wonder why
They seem silent
Yet worry not
Safe and protected
They will be.
When needed
Once again
Quietly your spirit
Will know.
So rest my child
Silent these gifts
Need to sit
While you rest in me.
