Slumber Land Poem by Edwina Reizer

Take me off to slumber land,
the pleasantest place I know.
Let me talk with angels
for surely they do know

how to soothe my being,
how to soothe my mind,
how to make me understand
what's happening to mankind?

For my eyes when I'm awake
are weeping silently
while viewing sights unGodly
among humanity.

Do the angels in my dreams
see what I do see?
Or do they shy away from it
for it's not heavenly?

I know my angels wait for me
to fall asleep at night
so they can replace my daily scene
with serenity in my sight.