From Ann Glover O’Dell’s Midwifing the Soul:
We sing
to all the saints
who from their labors rest
to honor those
who with us form
this priesthood of believers
and pondering their steadfastness
in sorrow and adversity
wonder how our reckoning
might fare
we whose labor
sometimes seems in vain
and other times too little
and often lacking energy
succumb to guilt
inherent in the standard
for what we think life calls from us
they who rest
would free us
from our sense of shame
would for us the load make light
and road make straight
and bid us lean into
the open arms that beckon us
simply to be.