Napped half the day
away;
it was a funny affair:
felt just like, the most sincere and delicate
prayer.
God blessed
rest;
for possibly a point to prove:
that work, drive and strife
are surely not the sole purpose of
life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'God blessed rest; ' I remember a seventh day of rest, the tradition started when God rested on the seventh day, not because God needed rest but because humanity flesh and bone souls grow weary and neede rest; and a good rest is a blessing to tired worn out bodies both old and young