Monday

Today is another Monday.  I haven't been writing much lately...sorry for my canned posts, but it has been a bit hard.  I have been exhausted. Completely exhausted.


I sit here now...waiting to get back into bed and drift off into sweet blessed sleep.  And so, for lack of anything else to say, I leave you with another poem.


Sleep - Emily Dickinson


Sleep is supposed to be,

By souls of sanity,
The shutting of the eye.

Sleep is the station grand
Down which on either hand
The hosts of witness stand!

Morn is supposed to be,
By people of degree,
The breaking of the day.

Morning has not occurred!
That shall aurora be
East of eternity;

One with the banner gay,
One in the red array, --
That is the break of day.