A Poetic Description of Lazy Days
You say lazy days, looks unproductive ways?
though my body rests, my mind stays ablaze
In the depths of my soul, such brokenness resides,
yet the solitude recuperates, as my spirit confides

My mind unravels knots of confusion
my heart flushes out toxic illusions
my blood had caught these toxins’ grip,
but with a calm mind, I’m able to whip
my spirit does the CPR, my soul rehabilitates.

In my silence, I seek divine light
I speak words of healing, my soul alight.
praying sanctifications from the LORD,
I whisper softly, my prayers adored.
From stillness, I rise anew, healed from afar
and the moment I stand, my work will be grand,
for I shall be ready to serve, with a heart ready to love.


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