A prayer for a friend

In a quiet corner of the old church,

where shadows flicker on timeworn stones,
I cast a weave of whispered prayers for you,
A tapestry of pleas and wishes; weaving
a guardian angel to watch over you.

Each delicate silky thread of prayers,
Woven with countless hopes and wishes,
Forms an armor of protective shield,
May they protect and rejuvenate you,
Like a miracle conspired by the universe.

With each whispered prayer, our wishes take flight,
For health renewed and strength returned.
Our prayers, a heavenly manifestation,
Brighter days await you tomorrow.
Get well soon, my dear friend.

Rebellion in Pajamas

Dawn tiptoes and peeks through the curtains,
And my alarm blares "Rise and shine, for
Life awaits beyond the comfort of your bed!"
Yet my leaden body bed me down like an anchor,
As I wonder, should I rise or should I starve?
And why must I merely survive, when I can live?

Uncomfortably, I linger in slumber's embrace,
While reality waits, tapping its impatient foot.
My body, oh, it's no clockwork machine!
It carved rest, pajamas, blankets and pillows,
To oil the gears and cogs of my tired soul,
For sometimes 'living' wears pajamas.

And when I finally rise, reluctant yet renewed,
I know this truth: Rest is rebellion,
A quiet revolution against the grind,
A reminder that living transcends survival.