The baby wakes me up again (by Veronica McDonald)
Sleep swirls around me like Disney
Pocahontas leaves leaving a wake of colored
wind chilled delicious and sweet. It fills my
nostrils in crisp clean sweeps making my
head swim with fanatical desire. Nothing so
sweet so taken for granted so out of reach
of these tired body bones, it floats and flies
streaming along in the peripheral of my eyes
that burn like fire like lust like insatiable
crave. My head knows. My head knows
better. Knows there’s more to life than
clothes than food than (even though He
doesn’t say it) sleep, and my Father knows I
want need these things. He knows what
sleep will taste like when I get it. He knows
the way my mouth will explode with the
flavor of praise the way it will pour out like a
torrent when that dew drop of sleep water
touches my tongue, the nectar so rare so
sweet so precious so gratefully received.
Photo Credit: “Trilby” by Tony Johannot (Public Domain)
Veronica McDonald 