There Remains a Rest
by Judith Weber
Between the newspaper office and the bulk food store
we park;
beside a strip of worn-out earth
on a grey November day.
A lady climbs into a car beside us and puts on her mask.
Our startled eyes meet through the glass.
I remember her later as
we sit in our car,
eating our packed lunch.
Feasting on a thermos of soup
and on the goodness of God in the land of the living,
feeling a far-flung haven of silence in a chaos of hurry.
Below this knoll the cars spin by.
By what right do we have stillness,
this rest?
Only the right He has given to all who come;
the right of dormant trees bowing to hope
with dewdrops of fog;
the freedom of the old railroad track stretching far and patient,
on to the end of the road.
Judith Weber lives in the Annapolis Valley of Nova Scotia and gets most passionate about the Singer of music and His music in everyday places.
Photography by Kenneth Godoy