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TEMPORARY DEATH
The soothing hands we long for
To ferry us to yonder lands
This gift of divine bliss
We often do not hold dear
This God -made wonder...
The joys it gives a mother
Whose wailing child it's finally claimed
The joy it brings the man
whose back all day has been bent in labour
How we long everyday
to lay to rest life's woes
How we long for sleep; temporary death
A preview of eternal peace
To ferry us to yonder lands
This gift of divine bliss
We often do not hold dear
This God -made wonder...
The joys it gives a mother
Whose wailing child it's finally claimed
The joy it brings the man
whose back all day has been bent in labour
How we long everyday
to lay to rest life's woes
How we long for sleep; temporary death
A preview of eternal peace
Published 13th Mar 2018
Author's Note
It is a common saying that we do not know the value of what we have until we lose it. My new schedule which has reduced drastically my hours of rest led me to appreciating this awesome gift of God.
It also births the question,where do we go when we sleep? ( I leave you (readers) to answer this question)
It also births the question,where do we go when we sleep? ( I leave you (readers) to answer this question)
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13th Mar 2018 9:32pm
18th Mar 2018 3:48pm
14th Mar 2018 12:54pm
This takes me back to the old slave day hymnals they sang in the fields. While I'm too young to recall slavery, I do recall the hymns they sang by workers in deep south Mississippi when they picked cotton.
19th Apr 2018 2:55pm
Working too hard huh ola? Everyone needs a rest. I like this poem of thanks.
19th Apr 2018 3:03pm
