Sleep poem by Wendell Berry

Deep into Sleep, Sketchbook Skool, Sleep, Wendell Berry

sleep

The body in the invisible
Familiar room accepts the gift
Of sleep, and for a while is still;
Instead of will, it lives by drift

In the great night that gathers up
The earth and sky. Slackened, unbent,
Unwanting, without fear or hope,
The body rests beyond intent.

Sleep is the prayer the body prays,
Breathing in unthought faith the Breath
That through our worry-wearied days
Preserves our rest, and is our truth.

 

From the 1990 selection of Sabbath poems.

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