Saturday, July 6, 2013

REMEMBER THE DAY'S BLESSINGS AND FORGET THE DAY'S TROUBLES



MASTER BEDROOM
Andrew Wyeth


When I took my troubles to bed
Laid them on the pillow next to me
I thought I had put them to rest
So I searched for diversions instead

With heavy eyelids I drifted off
But during my restless sleep
I grabbed the troubled pillow
And placed it under my head

Next to my breath-I inhaled it
Near my ears-I listened to it
Above my heart-I embraced it
And all night wrestled with it

The next day I made my bed
With yesterdays troubles still
Lying there under the covers
Waiting for my sleepy head

msw

2 comments:

  1. Love this little poem....it pretty much speaks for me.

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  2. Thank you. I was inspired to write this poem by a little sign hanging in my kitchen: it spoke to me too.

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