The edge of morning is dark before sunrise
magical and fertile with imagination.
Expectancy and renewal await the dawn
so different from dusk, when the long night begins.
We must let go of the day
to restore our bodies and walk
through the door of sleep, but
it can be difficult to surrender
to the dark subconscious mind.
It asks us to abandon any thought
of tomorrow's fate. This is not always easy.
Ask any insomniac.
To sleep in that cocoon of dreamtime
requires trust ~ trust that we will rest protected.
Anything can happen while we sleep.
The world we know could end!
We might wake up to hear that war has started
or someone close has died. We fear it could be us.
But then comes the morning! We're alive!!
A new child is born somewhere at daybreak
and our ears are set to hear some joyful news!
That long awaited phone call comes
a friend is at our doorstep,
a note arrives to say "I'm sorry".
The blessed light brings hope.
The God who loves us
guides the boat of our souls in the dark
while we sleep and drop the oars.
A new day breaks filled with possibilities
and we're reborn to live another day.
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