Monday, August 24, 2009

The Weary Sleeper

Greeted by warmth, departing to heat
The sudden cool breeze awakens my sleep
Images of fantasy find root in my eye
Resting again I can only smile

God's cool grace transcends the strain
But my roaming thoughts condemn the tame
If it is not peace that I seek
Then please find me sleep

And tomorrow maybe, I'll find to keep

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