I wrote a poem for me. Maybe it will bless you too:

I do not push the cart ahead,
Nor grasp and shove with hurried tread.
I breathe in deep, walk slow,
Listen to the water’s flow.

Song of birds draw me near,
I practice gratitude, accept my fear,
Call my friends or make them new,
Keep my secrets with trusted few,

The call is clear: rest,
The plan is set: rest.
Habits I forge to give me rest rest,
All the rest requires my rest.

Release the fight or flight,
Find the quiet in dusk’s light,

Then gym's my prize taking rest,
And vitality my prize for solving that test,

Clarity the gift for words penned,
Journaling crafts the paths I bend.

So now, I breathe, hear birds aloft,
Rest my eyes, and wander soft.

I hope you have a day you can find some rest in <3