THE BLESSED HANDS OF SLEEP by Anna Hempstead Branch
I LAY me down with sighs and tears
After a barren day,
Yet every morning I awake
Innocent and gay.
The sunbeams sparkle in my soul
As if 't were bathed in dew!
I feel so simple and surprised,
Exquisite and new!
Little I feel and like a child
With laughter I arise.
This common earth revealed and bright
Shines like Paradise.
Betwixt the blessed hands of sleep
I lay my heart, and lo!
She heals me of my grief, and now
Merrily I go.
Oh, strange and lovely sleep, that Thou
After a sorrowing day
Canst send me forth like any child,
Innocent and gay!
Blessed Hands of Sleep by JLR
Such rebirth comes from the cradle of sleep,
fully knowing tomorrow brings another day
while with morning, as I come fully awake,
my thoughts will be most innocent, I say!
The Light of the cosmos reaches me deeply
steeped in tears of Joy for new foundations
as the dawn passes to another morning.
Alive, I soar from profoundly strong sensations.
Restored my inner child so innocent, so pure
springs forth with merriment and joyousness
set very high to stretch my earthly boundaries.
A paradise shining in full-blown graciousness.
Such rebirth comes from the cradle of sleep
I open my heart to the wellspring of love,
As Sophia, in her wisdom, heals my woes
Knowing on the morrow I fly like a dove.
I know now that the embrace of sleep
stilling my soul’s tribulations of yestermorn
empowers me with the spunk of a newborn
blameless and less forlorn.
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