Morning Respite

Last night was difficult :

where-is-sleep/ where-is-rest?

Frequent waking, stumbling through the house.

Just one more sip of water and I can sleep=wishful thinking.

Shaky and fretful I sat at the table and tearfully told him that I am not unhappy just sad and overwhelmed.

These are the dreams I had-

These are the people that came to visit me in my sleep-

These are the questions that wake me shaking and trembling-

These are the thoughts I cannot shake.

A kiss,

A nod,

A cup of coffee,

A slice of toast and egg scramble.

Acceptance.

He knows me.

He is not surprised.

He loves me.

And as the sun peeked out and I heard tweets and warbles from birds at the feeder,

I thought of a prayer learned long ago.

I offered it as my blessing before eating.

(Let me come to You as a child today, Lord, carrying the things too heavy to bear along with my gratitude for all that you have given us)

‘Thank you for the world so sweet-

Thank you for the food we eat.

Thank you for the birds that sing.

Thank you, God, for everything’