Sleep


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What is sleep?

While I sleep I cannot taste Him.

Fitful sleep is best.

For it wakens me to kiss Him.

The storm has knocked hard against the walls and windows.

“Rise up”, it whispers with Loud Thunderous Breath.

I will gladly rise to see His hand move through this place of restless sleep.

I need Your touch, O’ Lord of Life!

Sleep, what is sleep?

Sleep is a restless, void, black,  yet with a promise of Dawn.

An awakening from silence.

I would rather hear His voice.