On call last night and had very little sleep. This has left me weary with little energy for blogging. Time to hit the sack now. I can hear Himself in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher, turning out the lights. The TV is off and the candles on the mantelpiece are smoking lazily as the wicks' orange glow dwindles and goes out.
Time for bed.
And if tonight my soul may find her peace
in sleep, and sink in good oblivion,
and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower
then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.