Just rest
Just sit there right now
Don’t do a thing
Just rest
Don’t do a thing
Just rest
For your separation from God,
From love,
Is the hardest work
In this
World
Let me bring you trays of food
And something
That you like to
Drink
And something
That you like to
Drink
You can use my soft words
As a cushion
For your
Head.
As a cushion
For your
Head.
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