Thursday, January 1, 1970
Sleep, My Sister I wish you sweet sleep, my sister dear. Although there's so much that you've left bare, I hate that you had to endure such pain. On my mind, your saddened eyes have left a stain. I want to know what crossed your mind. Unspoken words you've left behind. Undone things we'll never do. No sharing thoughts you never knew. A peace has fallen upon your head, A taste of sorrow we have been fed. It really is like a hole in our lives, One swiftly dug but carved out by knives. But I have hope that those sleeping will rise. The Bible says that God will open their eyes. No suffering, sickness, yes not even pain. Those who did good, eternal life they'll gain. So...sleep on, my sister; sleep tight, For now with you the sky is night. But after night will come daybreak. Therefore, I will wait hoping to see you awake.
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