end of day
wounds return from their adventures
thoughts grow quiet
lights go down
and my body
curls up inside myself
like a child
to be held
to be healed
to be whole
in the deep trust of sleep
sure that Mind
will re-image every cell
realign every thought
knit all broken parts together
and come morning
shine my being through me once again.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 21, 2011
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