Good morning…
“I enjoy reading your blog posts every morning,” she said. “I rarely write you back, but I am grateful for your gift each day.” Then came the question I often hear: “I’m worried about you, do you ever sleep?”
Muddling through a polite answer, I forget exactly what I said. Later that night, in the dark early hours, a puny poem said what I wanted to say.
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One Midnight Rendezvous by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
when the silence
waits for me to meet it,
how can I sleep?
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Mesmerized after midnight, I turn the poem into a Person.
when the Silence
waits for me to meet it,
how can I sleep?
The Lord’s unfailing love and mercy still continue, fresh as the morning, as sure as the sunrise (Lamentations 3:22-23, GNT).
…Sue…
