What Dreams May Come…
It seems my words may be coming back. I woke up crying from a dream I don’t remember and the first four lines of this in my head. After ten continuing minutes, and ultimate uselessness in trying to go back to sleep, the grinding gears inside my head refused to shut up, so up I got and you are the lucky recipient of something new. I don’t know what it was that upset me in the dream but I still feel as if I’ve suffered a loss. Just so you know, everything is otherwise fine here at Chez Lunatic. But I am definitely going to stop snacking close to bedtime.
By Jesi Scott
Now I lay me down to sleep.
For my bones, do not weep.
I do not lay here wanting grief;
In my rest I’ve found relief.
No more worrying over day to day affairs;
No more crying over unhappy cares.
In the earth I now have peace;
In the quiet all has ceased.
All my sorrows are washed away;
No more suffering, no more dismay.
Weep not, I say, for what is gone
Look to others, look to your own.
Care for those who continue to struggle,
Care for those who cannot juggle
The mind’s chess game with them as pawn.
Weep for the living, those who walk alone.
Turn your eyes and hands to them,
Let your love be their stem.
For it may be their life was spared
Because of you and those who cared
To see the pain behind their tears,
Who understood and calmed their fears.
Then come the morning and the rising sun
Come to me and say, “Thy will was done.”
And I will smile in my sleep
Because you did not weep.