Sunlite Wanter Poet Dramatic Verse

Suddenly To Wake In the Witching Hours

What is it that tears the mind 
In the witching hours of 4 ‘til Dawn;
Thoughts of horror darting and piercing with pain,
“Jesus help me, Help me through, make me strong”
Panic crackling in the air
“Get behind me, Satan, this is not fair!”

To fight the fight this night for sleep,
Not to spoil the coming day through;
To force happy scenes and memories of yesterdays,
Only to find they are not there, then struggle
Struggle to revive them – to fight – to fight

Sheets are twisted, now here is the dawn,
Sun rays cross the new-mown lawn,
There is coffee waiting, butterflies fly goodbye,
The witching hours now doomed to die. 

Aha, I know who banished them away
While in my fear I could not hear
The True Light did answer my plea.
The Lord is My Shepherd and my Peace.

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Heidi Sands September 7, 2019 at 10:06 AM I can relate to this and I love the ending! It brings so much hope :)

Becca Teagan September 5, 2019 at 9:19 PM It's awful to wake at that hour and not being able to sleep, it is like fighting something. But morning always comes :) I enjoyed this one Sunlight

Tom Cunningham September 5, 2019 at 12:57 PM Its a funny time of day for sure, used to get up at that hour when I was at work, retired now and still wake up at that hour. I dont fight it, I just get up and usually start jotting a few ideas down that come into my head. My body clock needs resetting for sure. Tom