Come & Rest with Me

Two swans. Still on the water. Mother and daughter,
side by side.

Not striving. Not rushing.
Simply resting —
held by something
greater than the current beneath them.
The water does not threaten them.
It carries them.

Come.
Stop.
Rest.

The blessing is not found in the rushing.
It is found here —
in the stillness,
in the nearness,
in the quiet that only love can give.

Two generations.
One who holds them both.