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Sleeping Child
I am cradled in your cloud like a child
It is our nature to be so
So revered, so loved and deared
I am small and light
Bearly a dent on your cloud of white
There is a soft pillow for my head
A blanket of dissolving diamonds makes my bed
There is nothing I need here
My breath breathes on it's own
Who is it that breaths my breath for me while I sleep?
Who keeps me safe from harm?
What Mother of the Golden Age
Has been there all along?
What Father standing tall?
Let peace reside and breath be deep
For it is love that fills the air
Let sleep be sound
And morning break
With bells from deep inside
Ring clear throughout the day
Let heart be strong and wise
And remember the peaceful sound of night.
poem
by
Bridie Latona
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