I Will Give You Rest
Sun cruising down
the horizon,
lit the Church's
Red Cross
in a faintly glow
The Secondary
School,
in the Church's
Premises,
saw its long gone
students
reuniting after
years,
reveling in the
sweet sorrow
of the evening,
lost in memories
of the bygone
years.
Watching all
leave,I
retreated into
The Church's embrace,
burdened
by inexplicable
angst
I knelt in
supplication
seeking redemption.
As Twilight
dissolved into Night,
I walked back,
reminded of the
verse:
'Come to me, all
who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest'
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