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.