Cool breeze slips past closed eyes, whispers caught for a second – soaking slowly into my soul.

There
He kisses me lightly on the cheek
You are my Beloved
Rest from your labours
Strive to enter My Rest
The Sabbath that I am
I have a wearable yoke that does not chafe or strain
This burden you are Called to bear is as light as a feather to you
If you only strive to enter My Rest