Centered

There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of God.

It is a time of death.
A time of change.
A time of inchoate thoughts.
A time of spiritual upwelling.

I arrived at my friend’s feeling
Eviscerated—
Feeling both disemboweled and
Deprived of my essence.

We prayed and ate
And spoke of God and writing,
Of unending paperwork and
Rest.

I left, centered.