John Astin - Come rest

Come rest here,
here,
in this thought,
this feeling, this moment
of great sorrow or joy.
Come rest, here in the sounds
of the children laughing
and the anguished
cries
of those
who imagine
they have lost
their way.
Come rest
here,
here in the cradle
of a warm
summer night,
and the blistering
cold
of winter’s
dawn.
Come rest
in this
for there
is nowhere
else
to rest...

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