Wrestling with another decision at 3:00am
The bedclothes move again,
Like waves in a raging sea of alternatives,
Each with its own trough and peak.
Meanwhile, my cry for help is heard.
Wrestling with another decision at 3:00am
The bedclothes move again,
Like waves in a raging sea of alternatives,
Each with its own trough and peak.
Meanwhile, my cry for help is heard.
We all need to trust more. Then we wouldn’t be awake at three in the morning , we’d sleep peacefully. and the bedclothes would stay in place, unless we wanted to move them.
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