Casey

“Thou goest home to thine eternal slumber. Thou goest home to thine eternal bed. Thou goest back to thy home of winter, Thy home of autumn, of spring, and of summer; Sleep thou, sleep, and away with thy sorrow, Sleep thou, sleep in the calm of all calm, Sleep now, beloved in the shade of high branches Sleep, O sleep in the love of all loves; Sleep this night in the breast of thy mother, Sleep, thou beloved, while she herself soothes thee; Thy face is turned to thine old home, beloved Thou goest back to the womb whence thou sprang The sleep of the seven lights be thine, beloved, The sleep of the seven joys be thine, beloved, The shadow of death enfolds thee, beloved, But in nearness thy father stands by and by Sleep thou, sleep, and away with thy sorrow, Sleep thou, sleep, and away with thy pain. Sleep, O sleep in the guidance of guidance, Sleep, O beloved, the rest of all rest.”
― Noelle W. Ihli, Ask for Andrea