When praying is difficult…

 

In the deep quiet when late night meets the space before early morning

all that’s good is sleeping soundly, conscience free of cares and worries,

the heavy blanket of days’ unredeemed weight is lifting its suffocation

and you find it impossible to know why sleeping is as hard as praying.

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