Each night,
in the quiet
I anxiously watch
the minutes tick by
I know the hours will meld
into a new day
like they did yesterday
Outside the wind creeps
along the eaves
Imagination plays
while I try to sleep
I toss and turn
listen and wait
make sense of sounds
shadows and shapes
I say a short prayer
I take a deep breath
No longer afraid
In the stillness of my being
I find a shared space
where I am safe
so I reiterate
I am safe.
I am safe
I am safe, with Thee.
a dawn bird
A Shared Space 
Nice poem, and I see in it the title of your blog!
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Thanks Eliza. Ah! you noticed! I have a small fridge magnet with the words, for me, they say it all.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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My pleasure!
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Such a peaceful and open prayer, and one that lives with the mystery.
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Your comment is much appreciated, Paul. Thank you.
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My pleasure
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