It is you who pull down the blinds
the veil for the sun to cause a night
for tired eyes of the day to renew sight
with fresh gladness in a new awakening.
So in the night of weariness let me give
myself to sleep without struggle, resting
my trust on you, and let me not force my spirit
to a poor preparation for worship tomorrow.
Adopted from Tagore’s Gitanjali, poem 25
Henry Victor 01.10.2012
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