Bedtime Orison
A poem
In the dark, cold, lonely night
When our hearts sought to speak to self
Trying to make sense of the innumerable events
That goes unexplained, misunderstood,
Leaving us Hurt, Upset & Sabotaged
With unsettling feeling they bring
Sleep is distant & unwilling to come
and we toss and turn.
And then we get a call from the universe to pray,
To help us unravel the mystery of peace
To help us manoeuvre the ship we sail
Untethering the anchor of the soul
And we never learnt to pray
Unprepared how to seek the fortune
What might lie ahead of us in time
We pray to the Almighty, to help us rest
Help us fall asleep, a divine meditation
To quiet our noisy minds and swirling thoughts
And then we quietly say it to ourselves
Over and over again, we can get through this
and sleep slowly grips us tight
The onset of my bedtime orison that puts us right.
This story first appeared in Typotic on May 24, 2020.
©Shweta, 2020. All Rights Reserved.
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