Under Construction
How do you find rest
when the construction vehicles just keep
beeping, moving, purring, groaning, clunking?
But progress must be made in our lives.
Stagnation is worse than death.
As You carry away the old walls I built,
carry them away as rubble,
I know there is rest.
What you are doing is good
even in the noise.
There is rest in knowing
You won’t leave me as I am.
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