I sense I am asleep beside the path,
God created for me.
In black of night I heard Him call my name,
O Sleeper Awake.
He awaken my ear to hear His voice,
A ear deaf at birth.
It hears His voice but nothing else,
Not the song birds in the trees
With His voice He awaken me,
the Sleeper beside the path.
This poem is absolutely lovely, sweet friend of mine. So gently offered and received.
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