The night was full of promise
clean and crisp, a welcome respite
but morning arrived with burnt toast
eggs sticking to the pan
Jesus I need you when I lose hope
when my enemies,my own fears
my doubts that I can stay the course
threaten to rush the gate
A little peace that I felt in
the darkness
would be sweet
here
now
in the light of the new-born day
Never stop being curious about tomorrow.
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good advice, thank you so much
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I always thought of darkness being worse than daylight… but I can understand if dreams can soothe… the detail with the burnt egg works fine.
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I understand, I have bad dreams too- but sometimes when the day is hard to face the night and rest feels comforting.
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Amen, sister! Days are way harder than nights, and I don’t even get much restful sleep. It’s just nice to not have anyone need anything from me for a few hours.
I like how you used the two kinds of “burnt” to make your point. I’m imagining you feel like burnt toast having just popped up. I know I do.
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darkness and sleep are our little rewards for slogging through the day.
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YES!
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I hear you, I remember those days with little ones. I had one hard summer when my first was 2 and I babysat 2 other 2 year olds and a 6 year old with no a/c. None of them were potty-trained! Those are the days when you dream of cool sheets and pillows
It’s true, I did have burned toast. Somewhere I have a photo of toast and a handwritten version of this, I’ll find it for you
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you said it brother, though I must admit I like being awake in the night too- I love the moon
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I love this, it reminds me so much of “Oh Jesus think on me” by Synesius of Cyrene, beautifully set by Benjamin Britten in “Noye’s Fludde” x
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Oh that is lovely. I found it on YouTube and saved it. I have a passion for those old hymns.
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