The Infinite Rebirth
My old self is gone.
It is a new day with its own direction.
How strange, how articular,
I come to this unfolding place
As I find a way
over, around, under and through
the tasks, quartered by others,
but by Thee made whole.
And when the mohair blanket of darkness
covers this day, I will rest
in the bed that you have made for me,
fall into a dreamless sleep
where the drapes of my eyelids
hide the memories of my mind,
without a care for
what tomorrow will bring.
excerpt from Testament © Bobbi Rudin 2013