Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
RESTLESS
The solitude and stillness of this blessed day of rest,
My inward parts are restless, as I try to forget the flesh.
I know that it will profit me, if only I won't yield,
But the flesh wars to stay alive, and keep me on the edge.
The wind is howling, as the rain falls down,
And some how I blame it on the night.
My dreams are vivid, and disturb my rest,
And I'm haunted as to why it is this way.
What manner of thought is a high school to me.
Could there be some importance in it all?
And a class on teddy bears, and the stories that they tell,
I must be out of my mind.
It was all so mixed up when I started to prepare,
For a blessed Sabbath of rest.
This is the day that is salvation for me,
And the ones who abide by our laws.
And yet it is difficult, for those who don't believe,
That it's the time, which I pray will go well.
It is my salvation, from the madness of the week,
And the trials that I face every day.
Then it happens to me, and I get so displeased,
When nothing seems to go as planned.
Oh if only my strength would keep me from sin,
I know things would go all quite well.
For it is written:
Your iniquities separate you from me,
And keep you from healing.
So I guess I'll have to meditate
On the things that I have done,
And reflect on what to do, so I can heal.
For this day is still a wonder,
And its joy is there for me,
And I will take it; and embrace this day of rest.
For rest is more important
Than the vanity of ones mind,
And silence is the thing, which heals us all.
And meditating on tomorrow, is not important for today,
But Torah is the thing that sets me free.