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Asleep before the head hits the pillow
Head filled with vivid colors swirling, amassing, mixing outside the lines 
Transgressions grow skyward like a bean stalk becoming a giant
Worries wander aimlessly like a cat in the night looking for a spoon
Hurts pound again, and again, first a drumstick then a sledge hammer  
The kaleidoscope of confusion rotates ever faster, bed spins counter
Places cannot be escaped
Faces stare as if clothes have been robbed

Running, Flying, Drowning, Suffocating, Garbling Words, Can’t Breath, 
Slow Motion, Falling, Insatiable Hunger, Unquenchable Thirst, Blood Stained, Shouting

Loaded Down, Frantically Searching Pockets, Hidden Underneath, Forgotten 

Fear. All fears.  Nothing but fear.  Afraid.  Regret.  Worry.  I didn’t.  I really did!

Each day we pack our pockets. Cram our purses.  Load our backpacks 

Hang needless objects and things around our necks, over our shoulders, in the crux of our elbows, on our belts

Grip suitcases. Carry stuffed plastic grocery bags on each knuckle. Waddling to the side of the bed before crashing head on

Unknowingly still pinching the key between our left thumb and pointer finger

Hitting the bed with a massive crash
every part of the day strewn around the room like a devastating mid air explosion of a 747 littering debris, miles and miles of destruction, charred remnants, unidentifiable and randomly placed objects, out of place, disfigured, often never found

Before your head hits the pillow

Drop the things you picked up today 

Take a load off

Free yourself of your burdens

Neatly set everything aside

On second thought,  just pile it and let it lay where it falls

Drop your yoke

Sit down on the foot of the bed with God 

Hand Him the things you still cling within sweating red fists

Briefly Examen your day

Fall asleep on His shoulder

He will gently lay your head on the pillow, loft your feet off the floor, and tuck you in.

Let Him carry your burdens, lighten your load, unpack, empty your pockets, wash your laundry, even sort and match the socks.

Travel to sleep lightly and peacefully dreaming of a new day

carrying nothing but what is truly needed.
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