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Fell asleep last night
Not thinking of the many books
The mind’s library quietly streams
From the past and present experiences
Of life—as well as surreal—revelations
Which decisions often project.
We often miss-shelve such involuntary
Book-like imaging, ideas, and sensations
As simple cosmic dreams or nightmarish ones
Rather than surreal reality renderings.
That which we call sleep provides
Pleasant physical rest and opportunity
For self spiritual communication in surreal
Reality of selective true-life experiences
Often rendering allegorical messages.
The beauty of the surreal reality
Of the library of sleep lay in her
Circadian self-checkout/return system
Of falling asleep and waking up time frames.
Sleep, when streamed as created
Is a plethora of God-given rest stops
That remains temporary in life’s journey
Until we’re called to earned eternal rest:-
Thus, the gracious allegorical surreal
Reality of the beautiful childhood prayer
That we were first taught to pray each
And every night before going to sleep:
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord…my soul to keep…
If I should die before I wake…
I pray the Lord…my soul to take…
