God Created...Then He Rested

by Amy Tromba on November 2, 2026

(This poem was written during the Creatives Retreat.)

God created, then He rested.

I move, move, move like the babbling brook

pushing against rocks

bubbling up in frustration

trying to overcome obstacles in my path

making lots of noise along the way.

Will I ever slow down?

Can I slow down?

God created, then He rested.

He didn’t have to rest.

He’s God.

The Creator rested and it was very good.

He invites me to rest.

Eventually the babbling brook leads to calmer waters.

It flows to larger bodies of water that cover the earth.

More people experience its majesty and massiveness,

living on sustenance it provides.

Maybe by resting in God

He can accomplish more through me

because He guides me not necessarily to calmer waters

but to a calmness within,

gifted by the Holy Spirit.

And this calmness and rest becomes an invitation to others

to experience His perfect peace in the present chaos

until we meet in eternity

to enjoy walks together amongst the babbling brooks.

God created, then He rested.

Help me, Lord, to rest in You.