I Rest

I have a secret comfort.  At the end of the day when there is nothing left to do but go home, I take the long way.  I swerve through streets and country roads just to take part of this wonderful thing called light. It always amazes me how just little spots of brilliance takes the fear out of an alleyway or the danger from sidewalk.  I don't just look at the streetlights, but the lamp light that makes the living room glow like warm cider.  In some homes, you see the television set playing and people resting on the couch.  In the purple eve, I also see someone sweeping off a front porch or playing with a dog.  College kids are getting ready to unwind at the Pub while Wednesday night church goers are coming in from Bible study with their children.  Me, I am circling the block like a dog does his favorite sleeping spot and then, when I settle, I bring it on home.  There simply has to be a time of day, when your not doing something, a time of day when "nothing" is the order.  It is my time to stare at the moon and count every star and cry.  I love to cry in the evening.  Nothing says rest like knowing, "It is finished".  We will resurrect tomorrow morning and begin again, but for now, I rest.