A Lesson in Faith from a Priest
The nights they pass as sleep evades
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The nights they pass as sleep evades
O how the nights pass in sleepless array,
No dreams of this or that stay away.
We wonder what the thoughts create,
An open turning as one stays awake.
As stars pass by awaiting for more,
The eyes will look like it is a chore.
Many visions appear to task our strength,
At dawn it takes us through the length.
Morning will come and clear the dark,
We listen for sounds as from a lark.
No shrill or blast from unwanted cries,
Awake and feel a yawning sigh.
Today we look at the rising sun,
Hooray we made it ready to run.
Dreams did they come and go,
No sign of memory that I will know.
Ralph B. Hathaway
Wakeless nights.
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About the Author
I am an ordained deacon with the Diocese of Pittsburgh, since June 8, 1974. My current ministry is concentrated on writing spiritual reflections and poetry. I am married, with one grown daughter, and 4 grandchildren. I retired from the electrical industry after 58 years as an electrician, contractor, teacher in trade schools, and electrical inspector with a PA State license
