"Sleep is like a swift train
Plunging into long black tunnels,
Slicing day with red and black light.
No worry about the skeleton engineer.
Head to pillow is like head to track,
Listening to the rumble of destiny,
Knowing that the opening will come.
In sleep, as in the tunnels,
The sound seems ever closer."
I acknowledge that sleep is precious; would that I valued it even more! At moments I long for it as many do, yet night after night I fear to surrender, over something I might have forgotten in the day, or some thought of the future torturing me. I'd like to see that to sleep is to free myself, and that the giving up is in order to receive. By letting go, I can do more than let God; I can let God in.
Plunging into long black tunnels,
Slicing day with red and black light.
No worry about the skeleton engineer.
Head to pillow is like head to track,
Listening to the rumble of destiny,
Knowing that the opening will come.
In sleep, as in the tunnels,
The sound seems ever closer."
I acknowledge that sleep is precious; would that I valued it even more! At moments I long for it as many do, yet night after night I fear to surrender, over something I might have forgotten in the day, or some thought of the future torturing me. I'd like to see that to sleep is to free myself, and that the giving up is in order to receive. By letting go, I can do more than let God; I can let God in.
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