REST, God said.
Sure, I replied. It’s about time.
I’m tired, fed up and you’ve got it under control.
BE QUIET, REST, God said.
As soon as I finish the REST of what I need to do, God.
STOP, REST. IT’S DONE, God said.
Sure, God, but I must REST-less than others do, I can’t be out-done!
I SAID, REST. God said.
But what about the REST of my day?
I’ll prop up my feet while the REST of me works, OK?
What about the REST of my work?
The REST of what is expected of me?
What will the REST of the world think?
THE REST OF THE WORLD CAN WAIT.
THE REST OF IT ISN’T IMPORTANT.
THE REST OF THE WORLD DOESN’T LOVE YOU LIKE I DO.
STOP. HUSH. REST.