When Dearest Sleep Betrays My Restless Mind
When dearest sleep betrays my restless mind,
And casts me into
realms of endless thought
Where I too often troubled ideals find
Denying me the loving peace so sought.
I sometimes by an open window
sit,
Betwixt
the dark of night and break of day,
And ponder for a bit just where I fit
In such a world of myriad array.
For if I am merely a puzzle piece
In some infinite artwork made by God,
A single stone upon the path to peace,
Firming the ground on which the faithful
trod.
Then
let me be as useful to the Lord,
As e'er the hilt to tip of his famed sword.
Copyright 2021 Bernard
A. Quarterman, Jr.