so deep and pure.
How I long to have you
part of my life.
a sleep of innocence and rest,
how long will it be before you visit me?
Rather than a gentle, restful sleep
it seems those hours belong to Spirit.
Why is it ‘they’ seem to always visit
in the wee hours of the morning?
For some unknown reason
3 a.m. seems the favored
calling time for them…
They say it is because
there are not the distractions
of my life
and they can get through to me
Distant sounds of mumbling voices,
flashes, glimpses of Beings
Clear and loud
a question asked.
Once answered they seem content
yet I lie awake listening for more,
looking for more.
I know as soon as I close my eyes
and with a sigh think I just might enter
here they will come again!
As the night turns to dawn
the visits of Spirit quiet down
and I so begin to think,
“ Ahhh, now I can sleep.”
Wrong! Now here comes my guide,
my teacher, my mentor….
now that all else have left
now it is Ma-Ryah’s turn!
Sometimes with humor,
sometimes with shadow
I greet her as she enters.
Surrender in my voice
and heart, I say to her,
“ Okay, you have my attention.”
And once again the thought of
giving in to the gentle, soothing,
restful sleep is set aside.
Would I truly trade these nights
of visits, or time spent with the others
for night after night of
Gentle sleep has not ever
been part of my life and
though I do not know what it is like,
sometimes I wonder how it feels.
And yet, for all my wondering
I would not trade these precious
hours spent with Spirit
for any thing else in this world.
Sharon L. Dvorak