My evenings are usually peaceable, Lord:
I learn a bit, work on my prayer posts,
watch reruns on television and fall quick asleep,
first in my recliner after which in mattress…
However tonight I need to pray for all of the thousands and thousands
all over the world and near house
whose nights are bleak,
crammed with the noise of struggle,
the cries of hungry youngsters,
the misery of illness,
the horror of abuse,
the anxiousness of poverty…
And I pray for individuals who lose their sleep
to nightmares of worry
and nagging ideas of self-doubt,
to the lonely echoes of a grieving coronary heart,
and the restlessness of a troubled soul,
to reminiscences that taunt and hang-out
and worries far too many to let go…
And I pray for individuals who work all evening
to serve the wants of those that have
no place, no relaxation, no sleep, no peace
to fulfill tomorrow’s wants…
Open my coronary heart and my assets, Lord,
in help of those that’ll spend this evening
awake, in worry, away from house,
whereas I drift off to sleep…
Defend me, Lord, whereas I am awake
and watch over me as I sleep
that awake, I’d hold watch with you
and asleep relaxation in your peace…
Amen.
Oh Lord, don’t hold me up all evening
Facet by facet with the moon
With its desolate eyes
Miles from the dawn
The darkness inviting a tune
The Insomniac’s Lullaby
A siren is enjoying its music within the distance
The melody rattles the outdated window body
Steadily, angels reveal their existence
And there’s nothing and nobody responsible
Oh Lord, don’t hold me up all evening
Facet by facet with the moon
Alone within the mattress
The season forward
Is winter that lasts till June
The Insomniac’s Lullaby
Sleep…
They are saying all roads result in a river
Then sooner or later
The river comes as much as your door
How will the builder of bridges ship us all
To the faraway shore
Oh Lord, don’t hold me up all evening
With questions I can’t perceive
Whereas I wrestle my fears
The sound in my ears
Is the music that’s sweeping the land
The Insomniac’s Lullaby
Sleep…
Mushy as a rose
The sunshine from the East
As if all is forgiven
And wolves turn into sheep
We’re who we’re
Or we’re not
However at the least
We’ll finally all go to sleep
Finally all go to sleep
