Lullabies are for little children
Promised lovely dreams
And gentle wakening.

I am no child,
My dreams exhaust me
And I awaken tired and weary.

My lullaby is of plain song,
Stern, elusive, promising nothing
Yet, still singing.

The long authority of hope,
Of Love forever holding
The promise of a new beginning.

So lie you down and close your eyes,
Neither fret and do not cry,
Love itself will sing your lullaby.

©2021 Gwen Grant.

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