Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Climbing Into Bed




Lay my weary frame into this raft
Rocking gently in the waves
Tuck blankets over me for the cold journey
Through long night into day
The sun blinks down and shadows rise
To fill all the world with their gaunt great wings
I push off the bank into a stream of thoughts
While in a nearby tree a cricket sings.
I have drunk my drowsy wine
My hand falls from the til;
Rudderless the raft floats down the river
To find whatever rocks it will
Be with my soul O Lord of dreams
Whatever caves I come to
Whatever face I see--
Still whisper in my ear
Til daylight dawns
And I rise again from sleep.



© someburningthoughts.com, 2015


1 comment:

  1. It is scary, giving up control and relinquishing consciousness every night... My prayer is often based on the reality hinted at in Song of Solomon 5:2, "I sleep, but my heart wakes..." -- that while my intellectual mind may wander all over dark places, my heart or nous might remain attentive to God ("still whisper in my ear"), so that when I wake, "I am still with Thee." (Ps 139)

    "Be with my soul, O Lord of dreams" - Amen. Thank you for this poem. I will save it.

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