The exhalation as shoulders relax,
Quiet satisfaction from being spent.
A sense of peace from a task discharged
Being completed when at last the job’s done.
Embracing the tiredness when you finally stop,
And finding sleep when the dark night comes.
If you’ve been following my poems, you’ll be aware that I’ve done a few on the Countess of Huntingdon recently. I’ve been reading up on her, in order to give a talk on her legacy for our ‘denomination’. Today was the day, and it went well. It’s good to have it done.
(28.10.24)
© Ben Quant 2024
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