We are all the same people.
With sinning hearts that make us equal.
Here is my hand, not words said desperately.
It is not our job to MAKE anyone believe.



Monday, July 13, 2009

Sleep


You left last night to dwell with another
Torn thoughts and plans, again, your cover.
Dear Sleep, I see you wish to go,
though I must strongly beg you, No!

You tease me now with dreary eyes
Oh Comfort! You're my pleasing prize.
Soft pillows gently frame my head
while lying motionless in bed.

Oh Sleep, come now! I'm ready, see?
Quiet slumber, this, my plea.

Come tender sleep, labor dreams through the hours.
Then rise with the sun and the morning dew showers.
Take with you your warmth and ease,
but do come back tomorrow, please.