River of Rest
Close your eyes,
the river remembers you.
It carries the weight you’ve set down,
folding it softly into the current.
The night sky leans closer,
stars whispering like old friends—
you are safe, you are held,
you are allowed to rest.
Breathe with the water’s rhythm,
slow and steady.
Let your body loosen,
like a paddle drifting free.
Sleep comes as the tide does—
not rushed, not forced,
but certain.
And in its arms,
you are light again.
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 4:08 AM UTC
River of Rest
Close your eyes,
the river remembers you.
It carries the weight you’ve set down,
folding it softly into the current.
The night sky leans closer,
stars whispering like old friends—
you are safe, you are held,
you are allowed to rest.
Breathe with the water’s rhythm,
slow and steady.
Let your body loosen,
like a paddle drifting free.
Sleep comes as the tide does—
not rushed, not forced,
but certain.
And in its arms,
you are light again.
