Wrest, wrest from this restless life, some rest.
Still the ceaseless chatter in the head.
Dare to set out on a demanding quest
To find a space where thought is dead
Yet feelings flourish; refresh the dried-up heart,
Savour the sweet taste of uncluttered time,
Relish the quiet touch of enclosing dark,
Cherish the deep sound of a silent mind
For a time. – Wrest from rest a slow return,
Pick up life’s chaos with a mended mind,
Face restlessness renewed, with fire, burn,
Accept we’re mortal, entwined with our kind,
      Struggling, striving to better our best.
      Rest without wresting – the ultimate test?