| God bless your sleepThrough the mists, a treasury of memories drifts,Sweet times recalled, softening loss’s 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 fear’s 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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