Sleep is one of those things I struggle with regularly... yes, sleep. Many think sleep comes so naturally and offers fond sentiments of rejuvenation. To these people, sleep is nothing short of a "happy place" and a blissful state of being. Others of us are not so lucky. Vivid dreams, some even traumatic, keep slumber at bay. Waking with nervous jitters or a sore jaw from grinding teeth through a bad dream does not lend to a conclusion that a night offered sound, peaceful rest. And then there is reliving the dreams during waking hours and hoping the clarity does not determine its reality. These nights mar sleep into opposition, keeping rest at arms length. It's willing to stay awake in an effort to avoid that which haunts unconsciousness. Thankfully this is not a nightly experience but the effects of one tumultuous night will last for many days, thus leaving behind hesitancy and strong reservations come bedtime. Praying often helps as well as basking in goodness via praise, but undoubtedly I am human allowing footholds for satan to tempt me with bedtime timidity. Dreams, so strangely captivating they can be. Here is something that speaks of the predicament more concisely.
DREAMS
Dreams blow upon me as reality,
Dancing through my mind.
Some sweet as honey,
Others painful as the hive.
Sweeping through the night
Leaving no trace behind,
But dare I not forget,
That which leaves me terrified.
Falling asleep...
Where will it lead this night?
Shall I doze or sleep deeply?
What comes before sunlight?
Sweet bliss fall upon me.
Fear nothing but Him on high.
Fall unto the promises,
Resting soundly this night.
-kmhr
To sweet dreams and plentiful sleep...
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