At
night my bed is a safe and reassuring place
to
be. A toss and turn or two, a tug of the blanket
here
and there, then eventually I fall asleep as
I
have so many nights before. Sun knows the
way
we go, and with the brightness of its shine,
the
golden dawn will faithfully rise again to begin
yet
another day. For seventy-one years I have been
a
trusting witness to the same. History and science
has
it that in four-billion years, light always follows
the
darkness this way. I must confess that in my
waking
hours, and in my time, I have been guilty
of
myriad unsavory deeds. And should you have
been
involved in one or any of these, before I lay me
down
to sleep, I humbly pray your forgiveness, please.
I
am no fool. I realize that the consistency of waking
every
day after a good night’s sleep can only be applied
for
a finite period of time. And should my waning cycle
terminate
as I sleep tonight, I trust that you who shall
once
again awaken at daybreak will valiantly carry on.
It
is about the most rudimentary function folks of our
auspicious
species were created to do.
Chris
Hanch 4-29-18
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