NIGHT SWEATS

I begged for sleep to come seduce me
but she scowled, passed me by.
Lessons to learn, she mocked;
delivering panic, my weak human
heart raced; closing my eyes I prayed
to live, to die, then live again.
Maybe this time I might get it right.

LISTEN WITH THE EAR OF YOUR HEART














ears listen, eyes look,
hearing, seeing below ground
to the sacred source

- Christine Valters Paintner
(www.abbeyofthearts.com)