In the dark of night
All of my transgressions,
My mistakes,
My failures,
Each ill-thought choice,
Come roiling to the surface.
A turbulent sea,
A battle in which I fear I may perish,
Thrown against the craggy shore of doubt.
But,
As the dawn kisses the Earth each morning,
I am filled with hope renewed.
Another day has come,
Another opportunity to embrace life,
To forgive myself,
To be grateful,
To try again to be the person I know I can be.
Never perfect, always open to growing and learning until my last breath.
At last I remember,
Grace comes when we open the door wide,
Or maybe even just a crack.
And I awake humbled yet again.
The View from Here 
I always awake at night anymore, usually at 3 a.m. I keep my bedside radio tuned to NPR and listen to whatever story is playing…is soothing (maybe it’s their accents! [I think that early it is always the UK version]), and I can hopefully fall back to sleep. I also try to keep in mind that line about the “committee of sleep” (I think it is from Steinbeck) when I worry too much about things (which is all the time); I will literally tell myself to let the committee of sleep work on the problem. I know, ridiculous, right? But somehow it works. Not that I won’t still have to worry about whatever in the morning but at least I might get another hour or so of rest…
I love the idea of ‘the committee of sleep! Thanks so much for your comment and for sharing that with me.