late night scribblings.
I found myself unable to sleep a few nights ago, and this was the result . . . It isn't until nightfall that you feel it, The ache for rest never found. When your head hits the pillow, And your gaze is Heaven-bound. You feed the anxious thoughts: Can I trust? Do I matter? Am I really enough? In this moment of transparency You shed a fear-filled tear. Your eyes fall heavily. You wonder if He hears. You sleep, then you dream. Of all that which you hope for, Yet never see.