Fatigue

Father?
I'm here, your daughter,
Home today resting,
waiting.

I lie patiently on my cot,
Arms folded across my chest,
Not moving,
Letting my body do
What You created it to do,
Fix the broken places.

The exhaustion will pass.
The clock
My metronome,
Measuring
The needed rest.
Within
I hear my heart
Rushing aid
To distant battlesites.
Toxic air
Escapes my lungs
In quiet puffs,
The occasional joint
Pops like a canon
Under stress.

Without, neighbors leave for work,
Mailtrucks rattle over the speed bumps,
Dogs bark, children chatter and laugh.

But I,
I lie still
And wait,
Wait for the tiredness to pass,
Wait for my mind to clear,
For my energy to return.

While I wait
A single tear crawls slowly
Down my cheek
As Your Words
Revolve in my head.

He restores.
He restores.
He restores my soul. . .