I Shall Sleep Quietly Into The Last Night Poem by Almedia Knight-Oliver

Dressed for that snowy winter day ahead
Clothed in suffering and pain, and the wound
is the place where the light comes in.

During youthful years, I wore enthusiasm, excitement,
with plenty energy to go toward dreams and goals, and now,
can't fit those youthful wares; my old clothes are the right fit.

Though, I've shared lots of wisdom with family and friend, and
now nearing the end, still I have plenty wisdom in store, and am
nearing that last night… and don't have time to share any more.

Family and friends, on that sad night, do not cry- but if you must,
I pray God bless your tears. And then you let me go singing and
praising to sleep quietly into the last night.



July 8,2017