Sleep, a time of great subconscious work.
Slumber, where beliefs are given birth.
Resting, in the arms of purest love.
Cradled, where below touches above.
Spirit, of the day and of the night,
Keep me, as my soul now takes its flight.
Lift me, to the possibility.
Show me, all I am, can do, and be.
Sleep, now fear released is turned to love.
Slumber, touching Spirit like a dove.
Resting, in the comfort of the truth.
Cradled, now I lay my thoughts to roost.