Truer Gifts

by | Oct 3, 2012 | Poetry, Spiritual Practice | 3 comments

Clock in shop’s alleyway, Salerno Italy May 2022

Twelve minutes after two
the blinking red face
confirms as I waken
wondering, why?
I was so very tired
and now I am N O T.
the pulsing numbers push me
back—a book, a bowl of cereal,
a bending black case
with another glowing face
and I click and read,
peruse the people saying
something I didn’t say.
consuming comments not for me

circles where I do not live.

I land with sleepful hope pillowside
thinking, blinking
full and empty at once–
full of other words,
lifeless feasts for my soul
empty in great part because
of this vision and mind meal
feeding nothing.

The hours pass–
red lights proclaim 4:30.
“Perhaps now,” I think,
closing my wordful eyes,
the manna I never tasted.
And I remember,
“By day the LORD directs his love,
at night His song is with me,
a prayer to the God of my life.”
                     Psalm 42:8

I declare in the dark
and drift off,
dreaming of truer gifts–
water that quenches,
bread that satisfies,

“Next time,” I say,
“I’ll sing.”


  1. I struggle with insomnia so I can definitely relate. Really like your positive ending.

  2. smiles…i am glad you found your peace eventually and i bet that last bit of sleep was a beautiful relief…..

  3. Those sleepless nights are definitely hard. I have been there, done that. And those blinking times on the clock drive me bonkers.


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