LULLABY
Lullabies are for little children
Promised lovely dreams
And gentle awakening.
We are not children,
Our dreams exhaust us
And we awaken tired and weary.
Our lullaby is of plain song,
Stern, elusive, promising nothing,
Yet still singing.
Reciting
The long authority of hope.
Reminding
Of Love forever holding
The promise of a new beginning.
So quietly lie and close your eyes,
Love itself will sing our lullaby.
©2021 Gwen Grant.
Poems by Gwen Grant 