Day of Rest

On Sunday afternoon,

serene and solitary,

with sun-glint dripping

into the room,

and shadows dappled on the shade,

there is a napping quiet,

quiet,

there is a sleep of Sabbath rest;

day of calm and thoughtfulness;

to think, reflect and pray,

oh, day

of hushes in the breathless sigh,

of moments where time

is not a clock or king,

and in the heart

the spirit sings.

C.P. Bergman