Vacation

The blessings bloom around me, bright and bold,

A tapestry of comforts, to behold.

I count them close, each thread a whispered grace,

Yet shadows linger, etched upon my face.

For still I strive, a climber reaching high,

And feel the pull of lack against the sky.

This constant push, this ever-present need,

Plants whispers of a hunger I can’t feed.

Will there arrive a shore of calm and ease?

Where struggles cease, and worries find release?

I speak it forth, with fervent, hopeful plea,

“Yes, it will come, that day belongs to me.”

God, hear my prayer, a whisper on the breeze,

A gentle solace for my ill at ease.

I crave a breath, a moment to unwind,

A temporary leave for heart and mind.

Not from the trials, they’ll be there when I’m back,

But from the weight, the wear upon the track.

Just laughter bright, and moments light and free,

God, grant me this, and peace will follow me