It’s 2:00 a.m.
Anthony Desmond has challenged us over at dVerse Poets Pub to write a poem incorporating 2:00 a.m. Here’s what I came up with.
It’s 2:00 a.m.
It’s 2:00 a.m.
I should be sleeping
Tomorrow’s a big day
But I’m wide awake
I should be snoozing
But in the dark I lay
Thinking it all through
I should be snoring
The moonlight shines gray
All I can do is worry
I should be dreaming
Instead here I am praying
Now I wake, it’s morning
Ah yes, nights like that tend to happen before a big day, don’t they?
I like how you wrote the progression in this. I’m a long-time insomniac and worrier. You would think that at my age (71) and with faith, that should not be an issue. Just this past year I have discovered that gratitude prayer is what helps. I start to tell God the good things about the previous day and my life as it is and never get very far. I do get up for tea (Chamomile) though because of back pain. It helps to sit up a while. God bless.
Those little sleep stealing monsters! Maybe I’ll invent a spray repellent 😛
Ah.. the cure of mind wandering in roads of angst.. in past and future of interest yet to come.. the stilling oceans of movement.. sometimes practiced well.. takes mind away from words.. finally into body.. a feeling of peace and rest.. yet.. not.. accompanying words of life..:)
maybe 2:00 is when he listens best – or when we speak truly
Nicely done, Linda. To pray is to invite peace and sleep.
Blessings ~ Wendy ❀
yes we have that comfort of prayers….
It is lovely to see that many of us seem to suffer the 2am attack. I liked the repetition and symmetry to gave me a sense of compulsion regarding your thoughts. That’s something I find the most pressing at this time.
Lots of praying happens at 2 a.m. Nice work.
It beats worrying at 2 a.m. 😉
Yes indeed–I wish there were no hours, or minutes, in the day for worrying. But I’m not “there” yet.
Whew. I’ve been there. Well done.
When we pray and give control of all that worry to Someone greater than us, it does indeed bring peace. Good tension in the worry and the resolve at the end.
It is hard to have so many thoughts circulate in one’s brain during a sleepless night. It sounds, from the last stanza, like it was the prayers that gave solace & allowed sleep to (at last) come at last!
oy, I say my prayers before I get into bed and just toss for the rest of the night… ugh
Sadly, for some of us, once the night, & insomnia has a firm grip on our mind, the monkey-speak is non-stop. You have me wondering about you & the Mormons now.
I agree sometimes prayers do help. Maybe because by talking to God, we shift attention from ourselves.
It’s so harder to sleep when we must.. The more we need that sleep the less we get.
Hopefully your prayers lead to that still small voice bringing you the comfort that all will be okay. And a restful remainder of the evening.
Yes, they usually do. Worry keeps me awake, but prayer brings peace and sleep.