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As I lay me down to rest
What mystery
shall my mind
unfold,
Which cobwebs of
my thoughts will
lace
The dearest to
my soul.
Will it be of
family, are they
the greatest
worth
And is my
heartbeat's
lasting health,
A strand to
inter-twine
And more of the
treasured
wealth.
Through each day
what is the
drive
To concoct such
as we do,
What spurs us on
and on to spin
To guarantee we
make the pattern
true.
What if our webs
are battered
sore
By invaders or
strong winds
oblique,
Will the
symmetry be
restored
As we
re-construct
each scattered
piece.
Maybe the ends
will draw
together
Illusively like
a mystery light,
But, much energy
is required
To re-store it
in the darkest
night.
But, when the
design is just
too complex
It's composure
out of our
control,
How shall the
web of life be
formed again
As a comfort to
the soul.
Oh, how is the
power found
To weave it all
so neat,
Oh dear Lord,
let me find rest
in You
And let You
create the
beauty while I
sleep.
Soft Whispers
from
Derry's Heart
Poems
© 2004 used with
permission
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
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