Leaden legs
Slumped shoulders
Meandering mind
Airless lungs
Feeble fingers
Aching ankles
Creaking knees
Twinging back
Weary eyes
The body yearns
For the horizontal,
The firm but cozy mattress
Clean sheets
And inviting doona (duvet)
The mind seeks
Blankness –
The off switch
Solitude
It is time for
Rest
O.k. before I get any comments about feeling sorry for myself – I acknowledge that. I just wanted to get this off my chest. And yes, there is an element of Ecclesiastes 12 about the poem. I am hoping in my case it is only temporary! 🙂
Travels from Ur 
I appreciate your transparency Pieter. Far too many “Christians” see sorrow/grief/exhaustion as incompatible with joy but I just listened to a great message on 1 Peter 1:3-9 by Timothy Keller and he points out that in verse 6 where it reads: ” In this you rejoice, though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been grieved by various trials”… that rejoice and grieved are both present tense – existing at the same time. Not how the world operates but possible because of Christ being our ultimate hope. Praying for you brother!
Thank you for your pastoral comfort brother. Appreciated!
I pray Isaiah 40:31 for you, my brother.
Appreciated Butch. That is better than Isaiah 48:22. 🙂