[Cafe Poetry] new poetry, "Hear Me When I Sleep"
Mark
Wanting sleep to actual leave me rested and refreshed.
"Hear Me When I Sleep"
("If he works severely, he also works tenderly. His stockpiles of loyal love
are immense." Lamentations 3:23 [The Message])
Hear me when I sleep and cannot pray,
when my eyes turn inward, my ears defenseless to
the missiles of sound that pummel down pillow
I hoped to cradle my dreams.
I control nothing and puddles are oceans
I cannot cross. The tiny hailstones in the
corners of the roof make me shiver like
a blizzard; I'm coldly late arriving.
You are better than my fears no matter
what I hear; the water that will not stop running,
the ticking clock that batters my intentions,
the calendar that won't let me sleep,
the miles between best friends,
the words I should have said,
the stage is set for a soliloquy and
no one showed up for curtain call.
So I wander between the caves I inhabit
with all the life in me twisted like
refrigerator spaghetti;
Safe, familiar, but so sad to eat alone.
I would refrain from waking if sleep would give me rest.
I sleep, head and toe; and wake, curled like a frozen
mountain climber too early on Everest.
Cave or summit, face or gravel, my sad eyes are
always met by Your cavernous surprise of care.
Though I know not where,
I'm standing on the fearful side, taking a step toward the light.
Stepping,
mark p.
lamppoet@centurytel.net
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