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Oh sleeping joy
how your breathing rests
upon the hearts of man
with risen chests
Oh singing joy
you reach and touch
‘pon the soul of life
this daily crutch
Oh blessed joy
how your smile does shine
upon the eyes of she
who births divine
Oh shining joy
you light the path
‘pon this wayward trek
of darkened wrath
Oh wondrous joy
how your peace does glow
upon all humankind
waiting for snow
Oh happy joy
you bring the smiles
‘pon men and women
across the miles
Oh sleeping joy
how your breathing rests
upon this winding stair
life’s beating breast
Oh sleeping joy
you are the one
‘pon which there is trust
when the day is done
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A Gap In The Clouds 
Reblogged this on like the sun shone and commented:
I wrote this poem 5 years ago! How time flies.
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Sleep. What a wonderful commodity.
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It certainly is.
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