Drifting
...in and out.
I made it through the night hour by creeping hour. My bedroom clock is digital and therefore has no tick-tock to hypnotize me back to sleep. So I lay there counting, first backwards from 100, and then the shrinking minutes before I must face a new day. Eventually I heard a gentle voice trying to calm me back to sleep. Why do you worry so much? Live each day as it comes and rest assured all is well. Trust that you will heal, and thus inspire others in their own healing. All my other sleepless nights have taught me not to argue, but to thank that gentle voice and to accept life’s blessings, even if I can’t get back to sleep.
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- The Invitation · December 22‹ Fire and IceImmortality ›