AND SLEEP I THINK TO MYSELF FOR ALL OF US, FOR ALL OF US BEATING FIERCLY AGAINST THE WIND OR LYING THERE WITH BROKEN HANDS WONDROUS WINGS AND BLINDED EYES THAT SEE EVEN BEYOND SEEING THE SAME HEARTCRUSHING SORROW THE SAME UNSPEAKABLE LOVELINESS AND PEACE I THINK TO MYSELF FOR ALL OF US, FOR ALL OF US WITH OPEN HEARTS AND FRAGILE SOULS LIKE CHILDREN ALWAYS SEEKING HOME WHERE LOVE IS AS EASY AS BREATHING HOW FRIGHTENING AND SWEET IT IS THE SAME HEARTCRUSHING SORROW THE SAME UNSPEAKABLE LOVELINESS HOW BEAUTIFUL AND SAD IT IS AND SLEEP I THINK TO MYSELF FOR ALL OF US FOR ALL OF US OH SLEEP IN HEAVENLY PEACE More from Beth Nielsen Chapman