Saturday, September 25, 2010
The Gift of Promised Sleep
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Finding JOY at home, each and every day.
“Master of the Light”
I praise thee when each pastel stroke of sunrise
seems for me,
And every lustrous breeze
Ignites my soul
With glowing testament of thee.
But when my shoulders—
Burdened, bent to dust—
Refuse to lift, Forget to trust,
I glory, Master Artist of the Light,
That I can still find thee in the night.
-Jean Seifert
2 comments:
Ojala que duermas esta noche. (God grant that you sleep tonight.)
I can relate to wanting sleep all to well!!!! hopefully it comes for you sooner than later!
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