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When Dearest Sleep Betrays My Restless Mind

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.