Blessing for the Day of Rest

Blessed is the one who owes no distance to the day.

Blessed is the one who feels the pull of the path and stays.

Blessed is the one who carries nothing and finds enough.

The legs are heavy. Let them be.

The streak reads zero. Let it read.

The shoes wait untouched. Let them wait.

The guilt says go. Let it pass.

Hold fast to letting go.

The miles you ran this week are seeds.

Rest is the soil.

Without it, nothing takes root.

Go nowhere today.

The path will still be there tomorrow.

Trust the flesh.

It remembers what you planted.