Fret not through darkened hours of night when sleep eludes.
Be grateful, rather, for a quiet time to be alone with God;
To say to mortal sense, "Be still,"
And know that Love is ever present and that good is All.
For one's true rest comes not from sleep,
Or slumbering thought,
But comes from the alert awareness that one lives in Truth and Life,
In conscious, active Mind.
Secure, then, in this knowing, he will rest,
And with the dawn
Arise refreshed, with heart uplifted, burdens lightened,
Spiritually blessed.
Poems
When Sleep Eludes
From the June 1958 issue of The Christian Science Journal