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When a tired child turns
Into their parent’s arms,
They turn completely.
All in
They bury their head deep,
Molding their shape
To the crook of the enfolding arms.
All in
They do not peek behind
In fear of danger.
They are safe in their parent’s embrace.
All in
So when I, too, am tired
Of “disappointments
And ceaseless woes,” 1
Let me bury my thought
Deep in the bosom of Love.
Let me turn completely
To Her comforting embrace,
And wake to discover
I’m where I’ve always been:
All in
1 Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health with Key
to the Scriptures, p. 322.
