You who birthed all things into being,
who flung the stars and separated the waters from the dry land,
were your arms tired after all that making?
Did your back ache from your labor?
Did you decide to give us rhythms of rest and work
because you, yourself, in all your infinite power, needed the same?
Grant us the wisdom to know when to work, and when to rest.
Give us newness of heart, as we begin this week.
May our labor be fruitful, and may our rest be sweet,
and may both reflect your glory. Amen.