Psalm-88

Father, in reclining,
I go with your Word
In my heart.

Like the baby with a pacifier.
Or nourished with a bottle
Of milk, I am comforted
For a night of rest.
No tossing and counting sheep,
But only a peaceful sleep.

Oh, the hope and comfort
Of your Word…
Too big for words.

© 2016 Walterrean Salley