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God bless your sleep

Through the mists, a treasury of memories drifts,
Sweet times recalled, softening lossís grim affliction,
And in the warmth and light, there emanates a lift,
Of benediction.

How streams of light buoy up the heart as from above,
Bring thoughts of comfort, loose from fearís restriction
Bestow a sense of over-sheltering love:
In benediction.

And, over all an aura of universal sharing,
Of birth, life, and death, all in sure prediction,
Over a common here-on-earth coat wearing;
A benediction.

©06/05/2011 Carol Morfitt
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