Rested - A Poem

I rested

The great rebellion against

The machine

Of this encroaching giant

Of mechanisms and technology

I rested

Despite the due dates and late payment.

In the enemy’s camp

I did not lift one

Finger

I rested the trees sway easily

Against he breeze of the

Anointed one as he

Descends from the sky

I rested

Great trumpets sounded

In the east

Toward Jerusalem

For the King had come

Only then,

I rose.