Wednesday, June 14, 2006


From the Celtic Devotional. I think we all have sleepless nights these days. This is kind of nice.I like the picture of a master weaver at a loom weaving dreams for sleepers.

My heart has been turned from home, for I am wakeful.
As the desert hours stretch out to the stars,
As an exile banned from the native land of sleep,
I offer this prayer for all who are wakeful and alone.
In torment and in danger, in fear and in despair,
In grief and watchfulness, in worry or in care,
May the Thatcher of Sleep make a roof for the wakeful soul,
May the Weaver of Dreams lend a garment to cover the wakeful,
May the Womb of Night become a cradle of rest for the restless,
May the exile be restored to the house of sleep.


toonguykc said...

PERFECT!!  I don't have a (working) printer, but I copied this down with pen & paper.  Thanks, J!!


lisaram1955 said...

I love this.  It is especially perfect for me, these days.  I want to publish a link to this in my other journals...  Lisa  :-]

tenyearnap said...

That's beautiful and not just for an occasional insomniac like myself. When my last husband died, I felt so alone at night "in grief and watchfulness", a true exile.