We fall asleep
With his thumb resting on my wrist
Regulating my pulse

To a steady
Thump
thump
thump

The image of God’s hand laying on mine
Comes to mind
His palm meeting my open one

How much of my life have I spent
Trying to regulate myself from
Rushed heartbeats and empty hands

Ever in search
of
a sense of home

Life
is to slowly teaching
that

God is my regulator
my attachment
my resting heartbeat

And in Him
I find
my soul

content
to
be.

Bekah Pogue