Tired eyes, glazed and unfixed
The day ahead is dim
I fix my eyes on a distant space
And try to commit everything to Him
This moment, this breath, these works ahead
Everything seems too much
The exhaustion of these blessings,
However, was never designed as such
So sit in Design, my aching soul
While being aware of what is true
Tired, yes, but moving still
Rest in He who makes all things new