My heart,
The sun hath set.
Night path's
With dews are wet.
Sleep comes
Without regret;
Stars rise
When sun is set.
All's well.
God loves thee yet,
Heart, smile,
Sleep sweet, nor fret.
Night path's
With dews are wet.
Sleep comes
Without regret;
Stars rise
When sun is set.
All's well.
God loves thee yet,
Heart, smile,
Sleep sweet, nor fret.
this is beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteSweet poem.
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
~D~
Lovely poem, reminds me of a nursery song...
ReplyDeleteSandi
Sigh.
ReplyDeleteThat is sweet. . . it makes me sleepy. I should probably go to bed now. . .trying to catch up from five days off the computer.
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