My eyes close to sleep.
My minds eye sets the timbre.
The voice was soft spoken.
Love resonated from a distance.
I leaned closer to hear His whisper.
Prayer was the subject of His insistence.
Not an alarming vision.
This was His call for intimacy.
A reminder not to lust for external pleasure.
But reach for eternal rest.
His song refreshed my spirit.
As sleep refreshes my body.
Prayer is the eternal refreshing.
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