Solace in my Slumber

A Poem by Naite

Do you find solace in your slumber?

In my slumber, I find solace. Only in Christ do I find this same comfort. A comforting comfort, that, in each day, is hidden among the walls of the mind. Only through vivid exploration will you amass such a precious jewel. Something that cannot be acquired through normal, Earthly means. Money has no place. The bountiful want it, but the lost need it. One’s fortitude must have, as well want, humility in order to stride across the bridge between good and evil. Striding across, not looking back at the past, time’s in the back pocket now. Spotlight on the end of the bridge of life. Eyes set on the golden gates. Mentally, we cross over, but one day, we will physically achieve this, and, set foot on the clouds of holiness. Only then, after spending the years and years on Earth, will we be truly at peace, without turmoil nor trouble, nor corruption or depression. I find this solace in my slumber, as well, for when my head presses on the pillow in the evening, my worries are cast out to the healer. I sleep with no trouble, for I do not control what will happen tomorrow, or in a month, nor in a minute’s time! Why worry! Nothing, no worrying of the heart, nor no tongue action will prevent or, for that matter, push forward any events that shall come the following day. If it will happen, then it will happen, supernaturally controlled. And yes, it will tantalize you, lead you to the belief that oneself can fiddle with the events of time just as a puppet master fiddles with his puppet, doing with him whatever pleases the master. But I tell you, these events, just as the puppet, can only be fiddled with by their master. So, I tell you all, go out and find solace! Solace that I have acquired. Go on, lay down your heads on your pillows and say to yourselves, “ My worries are out of MY control, I will give them to the healer.” Humble yourself before your master, the healer and holy one. Mentally and physically, crossing over the sacred bridge only reached by the righteous and holy. Only then, will you find true solace, my solace, and one day, you will reach the end of the storm of life, stepping on the clouds of holiness.