I awoke in the night
In a bed not my own
Cozy and warm
In a world unknown
The room was small
And a fire was burning
for the first in my life
I was not filled with yearning
There was food on a table
and clothes laid out
A note that read
Morning will come about
I laid down my head
And closed my eyes
Night will end
The Son will rise
No comments:
Post a Comment