Come Rest
Come rest here,
here in this thought,
this feeling, this moment
of great sorrow or joy.
Come rest, here in the sounds
of the children laughing
and the anguished cries
of those who imagine
they have lost their way.
Come rest here,
here in the cradle
of a warm summer night,
and the blistering cold
of winter’s dawn.
Come rest in this
for there is nowhere else
to rest…
— John Astin