There is no better place to rest. My weary heart calls to this place of comfort. It is a refuge from the world, which has beaten me down, and a shelter to my soul.
Curled up here, I will wait until I am ready to face the onslaught again. Buoyed up by it’s protective embrace, I will be ready to continue on my life journey. This sanctuary will be there when I need it again, a perfectly woven basket, molded to my worn shape.