Sweet Dreams

The wind brushes the lace curtain against the side of my face as I peer out my window.  The silence is almost eerie, the night captured in a snapshot of the moon to be hidden in a photograph album only the sleepless view.  The breeze is whispering to me all the unanswered questions that daylight secretly hides.  The “whys” of a world less perfect where unmerciful suffering happens, wars devour, and the pain filled eyes of children search for understanding in catastrophe without reason.

My head sinks into the softness of the pillow, closing my eyes against the reality of the moment.  I feel the warmth of the blanket comfort, soothing my thoughts and my aching heart and mind.  The reflection of my children peacefully nestled in their beds, safe within the confines of my protection; darkness escapes them.  The weight of sleep falls heavy on my eyes as the worlds problems sink into the mattress below.

I reach to the window to close off the rest of the world and the breeze whispers its final goodnight….To question the darkness of this existence is the first step in the light of solution and in that may people not just close their eyes, but sleep in peace.