Sleeping at Last

I feel like I've been leaving you with little offerings the past few weeks. Thanks to my faithful readers! (I think I know who you all are too.) But life's been good actually, as of late. Feeling optimistic about school and even child welfare. The prospect of graduation is so sweet and a new phase of life that includes stable employment, in the meantime, is comforting. So able now I am to sleep without the anxiety of old. There is happiness in the air.

I leave you with a poem by Christina Rossetti. I know it's probably really all about death, but taken in the literal, I like it as a call to a sense of peace, though not the final peace, or whatever.

Sleeping at Last

Sleeping at last, the trouble and tumult over,
Sleeping at last, the struggle and horror past,
Cold and white, out of sight of friend and of lover,
Sleeping at last.

No more a tired heart downcast or overcast,
No more pangs that wring or shifting fears that hover,
Sleeping at last in a dreamless sleep locked fast.

Fast asleep. Singing birds in their leafy cover
Cannot wake her, not shake her the gusty blast.
Under the purple thyme and the purple clover
Sleeping at last.