The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
Rabindranath Tagore
It is Saturday morning and the weekend stretches ahead
I gently stretch with it
Capturing each moment like a bubble that I do not want to see burst
Listening to the silence as though it were a symphony
Do not worry if you cannot find me
I have only gone to Saturday
and that's poetiquejustis
There remains therefore a Sabbath rest for the people of God. For
the one who has entered His rest has himself also rested from his works,
as God did from His
Hebrews 4:9-10
