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Enter Our Dreams

This prayer breaks my heart. For Linda never knows restorative sleep, she is never comfortable and every day is a torment.
Yet she has enormous gifts of hope and light.
Lord grant us a peace-filled night
A sleep that restores
Dreams that comfort
A comfortable bed
Hope for the new day
And a blessing for the future
So that when we wake
The day will hold a new promise
of something more than total pain
More than the emptying of repeated paralysis
More than profound hypersensitivity
More than utter desperation
And the cruelty of despair.
Enter our dreams as we sleep
And touch us with your love
Heal us in our need
Guide us in our thoughts
Lead us into light
Come to us in power
Bless us with the gift of hope
Leaving us consoled and renewed
as the new day breaks,


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