14 Feb
Prayer
Hush, lay down your troubled mind
The day has vanished and left us behind
And the wind, whispering soft lullabies
Will soothe, so close your weary eyes
Let your arms enfold us
Through the dark of night
With your angels hold us
Till we see the light
Sleep, angels will watch over you
And soon beautiful dreams will come true
Can you feel spirits embracing your soul
So dream while secrets of darkness unfold
Amen. And lovely. One more reminder that the touch of a gentle woman is needed by the world. Final Child, who rarely visits the land of “darned if she does/darned if she doesn’t” called about two hours into my dead sleep to say not to worry, she’s at the barn and all’s well and she’ll be home soon. *sigh.. where was this call all those times I waited for it and, unable to sleep if she were dying or being held against her will somewhere, called her at 1:30 only to hear, “For God’s sake, Mom, I’m 20, you know!”? So, I got up and thought about Lent, posted a comment about Lent, and checked the RSS feed to see that you aren’t sleeping, either. I was glad (for my sake!) to see that. I for one am going to take this lullaby with me, and let the secrets of darkness unfold while I dream, right after I finish the Rosary. Thank you.
February 14th, 2008 at 3:03 amBeautiful, Gabrielle, absolutely.
February 14th, 2008 at 4:50 amThank you gabrielle for giving us a beautiful song to listen to.
February 14th, 2008 at 5:51 amBeautiful lullaby! Thanks for sharing.
February 14th, 2008 at 9:29 amlovely! so peaceful and restful.
February 14th, 2008 at 4:26 pmSo glad I found you. Thank you for this beautiful prayer. I will be back! Eleanor (Innerelder)
February 15th, 2008 at 10:35 amTranquility for the end of the day. Wonderful!
February 16th, 2008 at 4:58 pm“[S]oon beautiful dreams will come true.” Yes, they will; and, most likely, in a way and scope that are beyond our wildest dreams. Let us dream those beautiful dreams, and press on.
February 17th, 2008 at 8:53 amThank you for popping in, everybody. Even the loveliest of lyrics or poetry become absolutely ethereal when set to beautiful music, don’t they. Singing really is praying twice, as St. Augustine said. But I do wish I had more “normal” sleep-patterns…
A special hello and welcome to Eleanor; thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment!
Pressing on, Gene, pressing on…
February 17th, 2008 at 4:29 pm