Day of Rest (poem) by Linda Settles Zebsokey on AuthorsDen

Day of Rest
by Linda Settles Zebsokey → (All Poetry by Linda Settles Zebsokey)
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For all my friends who (like me) often find themselves too busy...

Day of Rest What day is this? I cannot tell Activity has captured me and Spun me ‘round as was her will ‘til I was lost—‘til I was ill. Urgency, god of the day Wooed me with proud Activity She preyed upon my secret need To fill some void with Industry. ... What day is this? I cannot tell For time has used me up—and fled Urgency has trampled ‘neath Her carelesss feet that better seed— Importance-- Still she calls to me, “Come back and we will dance. We’ll sing, We’ll while away a summer day. Urgency Will never end—Importance is the better friend Sister of Priority and wed to glad Prosperity! Oh siren call of Urgency Disguised as Productivity Cease your clamor—shut your shell What day is this? Oh, I can tell... The day of rest – and rest I shall. © Linda settles www.RedeemingOurTreasures.com

Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed on January 24, 2009

Outstanding... "Day of Rest" is a poetic twenty-first century feast.

I salute You, Poet.

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on November 23, 2008

Beautifully expressed and replete with wisdom; thank you for sharing your gift, Linda. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

Reviewed by Cryssa C

Reviewed on November 17, 2008

We all need that beautiful day of peace and rest... it rejuvenates and refreshes us and helps us remember where our true priorities should lie.
Thanks for the always uplifting words. When I read your poetry I always come away feeling more light-hearted and filled with hope. That is a true gift.

Cryssa

Reviewed by Jennifer Mills (Reader)

this accurately describes how we feel when we let our intensities get in the way of sanity. life is too short - the days are not long enough... so we run ourselves ragged until we burn out.

i know this poem very well

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

I loose track of days too, mostly at the pc writing poetry. Hours can go by & it only feels like a short while.
I really like this poem's poetic expression & this line:

"Oh siren call of Urgency

Disguised as Productivity

Cease your clamor�shut your shell

What day is this? Oh, I can tell...

The day of rest � and rest I shall."

aside from deadlines & quotas needing to be met....it will all be there tomarrow, even though tomarrow never comes
but it is still just a day away :)
Much Love & Prosperities Resting Catch-Up To You Den Sister
Peace, Love & Poetry
Embraced~Embrass�
Vickie