She escapes entirely,

slipping through night’s fingers

as words oppose the moon with deafening defiance.

His grasp cannot contain her. She teases and flirts,

leaving little more for his indulgence than disquieting dreams

and distorted fabrications.

“Be tender,” I implore her.  For what does it profit her

to withhold her gift?  What vile fulfillment

attends this senseless game?


Marie Elena


My prayer (and praise) on your behalf is found in Psalm 4:8.  “In peace I will lie down and sleep.  For you alone, LORD, make me dwell in safety.”  Sleep well, my friend.


5 thoughts on “SLEEP

  1. Wriiten so beautifully, Marie. Prayers extending from this heart and smiles beaming warmly to both ends of the lake!

  2. Even in his absence — Walt inspires! Nicely done, Marie! Keeping him in my thoughts — hoping for a speedy recovery. 🙂

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