Feet Up

The days just seem to be sluggishly moving along. They're filled with too much sadness and too much stress.

I do what I can, though it doesn't always seem to be enough. And too often I'm left feeling like there's no way to stem this tide.

Feeling tired and worn, the evening brings a time to rest, and though mentally it's difficult to find desperation, physically it's (smile moment) feet up time.

The good chair, the good book, and the goodnight near.

Pray on...