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