I was dreaming again this morning
while fighting off the alarm clock
and a cold
and a sense of dread
As I cried out to you for rest,
hoping for real sleep to come at last
I realized that I wasn’t sure you had anything to do with
bad dreams, restless nights and the hopelessness of exhaustion
And yet, I did finally sleep. And rest.
And woke ready to face the day.
Still with a cold.
But with less dread.
Thank you for listening and hearing me
The pit was not that deep
The cry was not that pitiful
But my need in that moment was real.
And so are you.