Of the weary restless, the heavy-lidded, heavy-laden ones.
Give your beloved rest. You who neither sleep nor slumber, soothe insomniac
hearts with the steady beating of your own. Sing over the tousled beds, the
troubled heads, till all the tangled soul wanderings run smooth and still. Rock
away the little fears, the hidden tears, till every child can sleep in heavenly
peace. Keep our nights in the hollow of your hand, that when we awake we will
be satisfied, still with you.
Amen.
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