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REST by Michelle McDonald


Rest

She learned to rest and not react, 

instead of later regret and retract.

So instead of surfing the passing wave, 

she silently swam deep into a cave. 

The cave was as it had always been, 

silent, peaceful and serene. 


She rested there to catch the vibe 

of peace and calm and love inside. 

So, when she spoke, her words were pure, 

filled with love and patient endure. 

And the wave returned to the Infinite Sea, 

forgotten and passed into history.


But instead of another wave to climb, 

the calm remained for quite some time.

She rested in this newfound joy 

and sometimes saw waves passing by.

Her joy deepened, how she wished it would last;

although some waves still swept her into the past. 

 

But things are different now, 

for she knew her way home,

to the silent cave beneath the foam. 

She would rest there, deep within, 

until she felt calm again.


And when she felt ready, she would follow the sound 

as the surface waves are once again found. 

She now plays her part and does her best 

but never again forgets to rest.


 

Michelle McDonald: I live in Wicklow, Ireland with my husband and two teenage boys. I have worked as a bookkeeper for thirty years. I embarked on a spiritual journey around 20 years ago. I don’t have any writing experience but started writing during the first Covid lockdown in May 2020 when I spent my newfound free time relaxing in my garden. The common theme in my poems is Spiritual / Self Empowering and my poems speak mostly about finding stability within as a first step to living peacefully in a turbulent, unstable world. I get the inspiration for my poems from quiet reflection on the writings and talks of the great spiritual teachers including, Eckhart Tolle, Ramana Maharshi, Krishna Das and many, many more which I have been blessed to find along the way. You may find her on Facebook here, or Instagram.


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  1. The expression, in a natural manner, embodies the image of the undulating waters in the poem - flowy and calm. The cadence of ths rhythm is beautiful. Such a soothing poem. Absolutely amazing. 💫

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