SLEEP

At this point I woke

up and looked around, but I 

had enjoyed my sleep.

Grace found her kin where swords had carved their path,  

A people spared by love—not wrathful wrath.  

With weeping turned to wells of dancing balm,  

He led the exiles home with songs and calm.

Their flocks shall feed on bounty, full and wide,  

Young hearts revived where sorrow used to hide.  

Ephraim calls out—his voice both child and man,  

And mercy folds him back into the plan.

At this point I woke

up and looked around, but I 

had enjoyed my sleep.

Days come when seed of house and beast shall bloom,  

Each soul shall bear its own, not borrow doom.  

No longer shall the bitter child's lament  

Be laid on fathers’ guilt or covenant.

He writes His Torah not on stone but soul,  

In hearts where grace and holiness are whole.  

All shall know Him—no rank shall dim the light,  

Forgiveness flows and puts all wrongs to flight.

At this point I woke

up and looked around, but I 

had enjoyed my sleep.

The city’s bounds will stretch through ash and grace—  

His mercy’s mark no fire shall erase.

At this point I woke

up and looked around, but I 

had enjoyed my sleep.