When sleep escapes!
Soul Snack 9/105 ... Waiting for dawn.
The mind relentlessly active - the body incapably still.
Silence the canopy of some comfort. The drift of rest elusive to the eyes.
This sombre peace of pre-dawn solitude still insufficient, rest had fled.
Freely thoughts flowed, yet none were wanted.
All the great effort of the previous day expended without an evening reward.
An alert mind captive to thoughts. A wearied body captive to the mind.
The escape of sleep as sure a herald to the dawn as the sun's peeping rays, failure apparent yet again!
What they could see or do would never deliver this good - only He who they could not see would!