<bgsound src="airind.mid" autostart="true" hidden="false" height=15 width=100 controls=small console> A soft voice, Invades my slumber Demands a hearing. Curled in sleep Secure in complacency, I face the wall. I sense an angel by my bed Or a shadow Dancing on the wall? Spirit stirs. Anxious to hear, it bucks And shakes me awake. Resented intrusion Bullies the mind To gain attention. Melodic voice, Peace abounding, My heart opens, A newborn rose Devouring light For sustenance. Impressions make their mark, Flood into all corners. Eager for nurture The spirit unfolds Embraces all blessings. Sated, at peace, I return to slumber, Content in revelation. © Margaret Lawrence 2000January 14 2000 These writings are my own and are copywritten.They cannot be used without my express permission. PREVIOUS PAGE HOME PAGE