Sleep
I fluff up my pillow, turn out the light and tuck in my teddy and kiss him good night. Then laying in bed I stare at the black, hoping for sleep, to develop the knack. What more can I do to bring about sleep? I’ve counted and recounted each tap dancing sheep. My mind won’t stop racing, my thoughts are a mess and sleep’s as elusive as a cow in a dress. The world’s topsy-turvy like blind honey bees and that’s half the reason for anxieties. Perhaps it’s the cows, the sheep and the bees that keep me from achieving my long hoped for z’s. I then remember the thing I’ve forgot, to thank God for blessings received, such a lot. So I kneel down by the side of my bed and don’t climb back in until my prayers are said. I run all my worries in front of my Father. He always does listen, and it’s not a bother. Then back to my bed, I lay down in a crash and hope that He helps me find sleep in a flash. And even if sleep doesn’t come right away, ...