Edward Hopper, “Jo Sleeping”Forgive me Lord for the sleep I wish I had.
For my crisp white sheets I cling to.
Forgive my warm, heavy body
Eyes shut tightly
Listening to the blissful whur of my sound machine for just a minute longer.
Blankets shielding me against the early morning noises that come banging into my conscience from my two wildly beautiful boys.
Forgive me Lord for the sleep I wish I had.
For the long, lazy mornings.
For the full, restful nights.
For the warm cup of coffee that never gets cold,
Cursing my need for the microwave.
Do all of these lights really need to be on?
Do you really need to zoom your Hot Wheels on the hardwood floor at 6am in the morning?
Spilled milk again?
I have nothing left to blame but my own life.
Forgive me Lord of the sleep I wish I had.
For the things I think I need to survive.
For thinking that You, You of all people would not give me what I need.
Isn’t everything You have also mine?
Even when the clocks rewind
And time is construed again as something to control,
You
God
Graciously slip out of my clenched fists
And open Your palm to a deeper, better way.
All that you offer is mine.
Have mercy on me, Lord.
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Oh, beautiful rest. Blissful slumber.
I love this piece. “Open your palm to a deeper, better way”. ❤️