August 3, 2021
Sleep on Isle Royale
By Amba Gale
May I dream a deep, blue sleep
while fire eats hungrily the wood,
the stove top silent, content to be still,
as outside purple sounds of earth
settle into night.
May the waves of sleep carry me
to its farthest shores,
stilling my beating mind of worry,
healing my breathing heart of fear.
Let the waves break
there upon the land
beyond the current horizon
where lake shore rocks are ground
through the gift of time
into small pebbles, smooth to touch,
and soft and easy sand
that feet can walk on.
Loons eat them to get their food down.
May the awakening of the day over the lake
with eagle in the sky soaring free
bring me to a new horizon,
an unknown that I may befriend.
May I hear the call of this farthest horizon
and have the courage to follow paths
that have been hidden to me before,
see and sense them in plain sight
as the eagle sees so well from her height,
and take those courageous first steps.
May the blue-sky sleep of deep rest
greet me in the morning,
sing me awake
where, for heaven’s sake,
my life is saved.
