Night.
I do not fight it.
What good to light a thousand candles
To shiver against the inevitable, the necessary.
Time has come.
Be sensible.
Go to your rest.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
Down to intimacy with You.
Tucked secure beneath Your sheltering wings
Rocked gently by angels, serenaded by Spirit.
Ferry me safe through my journey of darkness.
Refresh. Renew. Recreate.
Birth me only in Your presence,
Safe in the hollow of Your hands.
1 comment:
Your poetry is not the least bit blah. It's beautiful. Thanks for posting.
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