It’s 3 am, I’m wide awake.
My mirror shows an old lady.
Another chance for me to shake
my thoughts of death that are so shady
That I forgot to laugh with joy,
Or jump with glee at thoughts of God
Who is my Savior, my envoy,
Who keeps me safe above the sod.
It’s “HELP! Show me! Thank you my Lord”
Beyond this frame, this cloak of fear,
I am not guilty of discord.
“Forgive and bless yourself, my dear.”
I search my mind
and there I find,
“How may I help you Janni?
A Course in Miracles?
A stretch or two?
A letting go of you?
“I think I will just dream of You.
Thank you, Father.”
“God night, my Love.”
(10 minute writing exercise July 28th, 2013, by Janet Spiller)