In the Heart of Fatigue

Everything is silent, even the heart grows quiet.

In the middle of my afternoon, I feel my limits and the weight.

Every weakness today walks with me, fragile but true.

Lord Jesus, I am not ashamed of my tiredness.

I remain in your hands, even when I do not know where to go.

Renew within me a breath of simple courage.

Sustain every unsteady step with your gentleness.

Good Mother, take me under your mantle of peace. 🌿