Sometimes awake I lay in drunken sleeplessness

Staring at the cold hard ceiling staring back at me

A hundred thousand woes and worries flood my mind

I fret about tomorrow and anguish about yesterday

‘tis a never-ending web of turmoil whose mind’s ever churning

Lying still, while tumultuous thoughts race in a wild tenor

Momentarily, a fleeting spirit crosses my restless mind

Perhaps, a breath of heaven pours over me

The cold hardness turns into a calming softness

I gaze into a cloud of peacefulness luring me to stillness

Whirling around and holding me in a warm embrace

A comfort I felt once upon a very long yester-day

Voices of angels seemingly call out from afar

In a gentle melodic wordless flutter against my ears

How familiar the sound, the adoration, the endearment

Beckoning like a father searching for a lost son

I’m taken up into this cloud of serenity

Falling into a blissful oblivion where worries are no more

Nor lust nor hate, nor life nor death

Nor all else of the world

Shall hath thee a hold on me

‘tis Thy love that shall lift me above the ground

Above the woes and snares of all that surrounds me

And I lay in a calm wakefulness

Staring at the cold hard ceiling staring back at me

No woes nor worries flood my mind

Tomorrow shall worry about itself

Yesterday becomes history, a book I could choose to read

I lie still, my mind in tranquil serenity

What does it feel to be a jigsaw pieced together

An enzyme bound to its substrate

A faultless union for a reaction

Where one sees no flaw but perfection

What does it feel to not have to struggle

To not have to fight

To not have to sorrow

Where joy is an effortless daily pleasure

Perhaps there is no simplicity

Only years of tears and impassable obstacles

Perhaps life was never meant to be easy

Perhaps laughter is a prize worth fighting for

Perhaps love is but a journey partners travail

And I’ll love him, yes I will…