Sometimes I feel so weak. I can't
see, inside or outside of me. Don't
know where i've been, don't know
where I'll go. I only know, I wish
God to hold,
me.
Hi Becca, Sleep is the devine bliss, gifted by God to enamour man disillusioned by the crapulous world... so that we live, we move forward.lovely poem.
Thank you! .. Unnikrishnan, For your very kind and beautiful reply! .. As ever deeply beautiful as skies, turn from morning to night, your poetry shines such light! .. Thank you ever so much! .. Ever so very many blessings! ..
When we are in sleep we can't discriminate day or night. Sweet dream appears. we feel the grace of God. A beautiful poem about dream and sleep having touching expression. Thanks for sharing.10
Thank you! .. Kumarmani, For such a beautiful and kind reply! .. As deeply beautiful and moving as the golden skies, your poetry touches the heart inside! .. Thank you ever so much! .. Ever so many blessings! ..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He holds treasures like you close to His heart. my dear friend. Sometimes He wants us to go deep and listen to the words He whispers so very quietly! 10
Thank you! .. Susan, For such a beautifully moving and heartfelt reply! .. Your poetry holds a beauty so deep, like the ocean waves that move and speak, it's the heart of the reader you reach! .. Thank you ever so much! .. God bless dear friend! .. Hope you are feeling better soon! .. Take care of you! ..