For the Broken and the Weary
Anna Delamerced
Come to me , all you who are weary and burdened , and I will give you rest .
What is rest ? Is there rest that lasts beyond the sleep of night ? Is there rest that goes beyond the Sabbath day ? Even in the morning , the fatigue sets in , veiling my eyes I run from one place to the next , never stopping to see The clouds inching by against a backdrop of blue
I need rest . The kind of rest that sustains The soul through the most hopeless of times , the kind of rest that Lifts the burdens of an overburdened heart , The kind of rest that can only come from someone who Gives and gives without asking for anything in return , Like water from a well that does not run dry
Come to me , all you who are weary and burdened
I am weary , my eyes laced with worry . I feel broken by our own world And its brokenness , the burdens leaving Bruises on aching shoulders . We carry sand and concrete all at once , tiny rocks and heavy boulders . And yet , at times I find it difficult to lay them down , unable to escape
Come to me
Teach me who you are , what you say . These days I find no answers from looking back or looking forward . What do I do ? Where do I go ? To whom do I run ? I hear you calling me to pause , reflect , sit at your feet Look up , I hear you say , look here . And if I need to repeat your words to myself again and again , Then I will — until silence falls , until the world stops for even a moment , And all I hear is your voice , saying ,
Come .
6 Spring 2021