-- Sleeping --

John Herlihy

Sleeping gives a unique chance to disappear,

In shadowed realms of enchantment as dear.

We muddle thru the wakefulness of our lives,

Dealing with a multitude of things we despise.

But God’s design (and mercy) allows us to rest,

To enter unknown realms as His invited guest.

Vanished into midnight hours in a little death,

Body surrendered, only a presence of soul left.

Behold the face of a sleeping infant so beatific,

In peaceful repose, true innocence, its aura lyric.

Often, faces during night may appear troubled,

The eyes flutter, ears twitch, the voice mumbled.

All the while, lost in slumber, as the earth turns,

The body rests, the mind relaxes, the soul yearns.

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(c) John Herlihy 14 September 2019