The Gift Of Restorative Rest Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
The Gift Of Restorative Rest
When is predetermined time reached to rest?
Does mind or body know clockwork answer best?
Is a set bedtime always the best way to rest?
A lack of rest plays havoc on both mind and body.
Yet need requires extra night hours worked in emergency.
An art of make up sleep becomes a sweat necessity.
Sleep a strange bed fellow; we all must dues court.
To stay awake for extended periods; is scale battle fought.
To burn candle at both ends frequently; is not wisdom sought.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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8/29/2026 10:22:49 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
It's interesting how we go into micro sleeps when the mind and body steal back the sleep we stole from them.