Sleepless Narcotic

In the dark of the night when sleep evades
My soul cries out in prayer,
My mind wanders and then, I’m there –
Flitting between past, present and future:
Past hurts re-emerge,
Present issues intersperse,
Future possible disasters loom large.
Sleep gets further and further away,
Prayer becomes disorientated, chaotic;
I’m high on a sleepless narcotic.

I wonder how You make sense of this prayer,
Yet the real wonder is that You do
Because You are You.
Anxiety-ridden dreams invade my prayer
Until reaching breaking point
I turn to what never disappoints:
‘The Lord is My Shepherd’.
Wide awake I hold onto Your promises,
Reciting aloud in the quiet of the night
Slowly travelling from darkness to light.

I imagine Your oil pouring over my head,
Oozing slowly downwards which serves
To sooth my frazzled nerves,
Calming my over-stressed brain,
Leading me to quiet water,
Soon I feel physically calmer
And know that I am cherished.
Dreams and worries begin to slip away,
Anxiety and stress take a backseat
And I finally begin to drift to sleep.

Copyright wordz2Go Jun 2017
Psalm 23:5 ‘The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want …… Thou anointest my head with oil, my cup runneth over …’

 

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