Bedtime Ritual

summer sunset

 

Sunlight yawns and sighing, dons a cloudy negligée,

Tired trees tucked by the breeze fold leafy limbs to pray;

Sky surveys through rainbow haze as God turns out the light,

Day descends, and as she bends, she kisses me goodnight.

Tucked into the Root of Jesse

lichen

Tucked into the Root of Jesse,

Anchored there by wooden grain;

Feeding on the bark of crosses,

Nourished by the Saviour’s vein.

Go to Sleep, My Son

Go to sleep, my son,

the cold has come to stay;

dream your dreams of springtime sun

while winter has its sway.

Drift to lands of warmth and grace

while tucked in cosy bed;

my roots will hold your heart in place,

so rest your weary head.

Mummified

Mummified in icy tomb,

Petrified in snowy case;

Sleeping deep in winter’s womb,

Snuggled down ‘neath quilted lace.

Drowser, nap the cold away,

Tucked and bundled in your bed;

Dream of Spring’s approaching day

As  fairer visions fill your head.

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The irony, the irony!  The common name of this plant?  “Snow in Summer”…