Sometimes the pace of life 

Becomes unsustainable. 

Pushing ourselves beyond 

Good boundaries. 

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We ignore these moments 

At our own peril. 

Sometimes the body takes over

And forces a season of rest.  

**

The calendar will be cleared

Despite our protests. 

We will be isolated 

From others we could harm. 

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Yet, there is something freeing

Being knocked off our horse. 

A day ahead, totally open.  

A blank canvas, available.  

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Peace fills the room. 

Feeling You near.  

Time feels purposeful. 

Here in the 

Pause.