Sleep

Drapes have been pulled,
Across your mind.
Drapes that are beautiful,
All satin-lined.

The day has been long.
And thought-valves close.
Into your bed at eventide,
You go - for sweet repose.

Forgetting the neighbor,
That you helped that day.
Forgetting the time,
That you knelt to pray.

For the mind is at rest,
And the body is still.
Life has been guarded,
By the kind, Father's will.

And glorious is the realm,
Where the care-taker can keep.
As you sweep through the valley,
And are wrapped up in sleep.

E.P. 1908 - 1989