Sleep, of course. Long,
uninterrupted hours of sleep.
For a week. For a month.
For a year. You’d just put your head
on the pillow, and sleep
would come meet you
like a devoted friend, or like
a dog that will come whenever you call,
and snuggle with you all night.
And then, when you woke,
I would give you the certainty
that life is worth waking for,
that you are beloved,
that everything you do
makes a difference, and
by everything, I mean everything.
This is beautiful.
Thank you! Wishing you all good things, r
As an insomniac, I find the first stanza soporific in the very best way. The second stanza? That’s the antidote to this world’s ills, right there.
I seem to have many insomniac friends … but not many of them can use the word soporific. That was thrilling!! And here’s to all of us knowing our lives matter!! big hugs to you
r
Amen. Sleep – especially the uninterrupted, deep, restorative, dreamed-of sleep, is oft a fleeting, mysterious thing that some do not easily attain. Illness, trauma, chronic pain, age, worry, strain … so many things may hinder it. What a lovely blessing you wrote. What a lovely thing to gift another – so exquisite, so rich, so plain …
I seem to have many insomniac friends, but this one was written for one in particular who just needs it so much and it’s been so elusive for her … oh how I wish i could give it to her! To anyone who needs it!
I hear you! Your care for her came through…