The Sweetest Gift

It is such a sweet moment, 

the sweetest of all, some say,

the moment just after here 

slips silently into sleep

where rampant thoughts

disappear and reappear

in a dark field of dreams.

 

Quickly comes the moment,

and no matter how long 

the mind's eye looks to see,

it comes and then is gone,

only knowing it has come

when the Spirit stirs within

making there, here again.

 

'Tis God's gift, this moment

when sleep gives release 

to the weary needing rest,

the troubled needing peace,

and the lost needing the way.

For a season, troubling things

go away into sleep's eternity.

 

But, always comes the moment

when light breaks on the morn,

sometimes here, sometimes there.

What is known as here is there,

what cannot be seen is seen.

The eye beholds the new day,

or the land beyond  the river.