I prepare somewhat unconsciously for sleep, Invoking always the power of the Name Repeating it again and yet again to keep Their blessings always on the weak and lame
Yet sleep does not often upon me fall, The mind too full of waking thought and toil The day's events, the entities that call And remembrance of my hands embracing soil,
The flowers greeting me in fragrant day The awareness of the body and its role Watching the way the forces of Nature play With enticing yearnings to disturb the soul.
Yet one day I will sleep again in peace And in Their arms will find my soul's release.
Poems Undated (1727)
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