She doesn’t sleep at night, it’s true,
Seeking answers, watching through.
How to tell what’s real, what’s fake?
Where’s the trap, for rest to take?
Don’t rush to judge, take your time –
It’s the soul’s most secret rhyme.
When we trust in God, not men,
Then our sleep will come again.
God grants peace where wives are true,
Gentle rest for me and you.
But where truth is pushed aside,
Troubles come – God’s warning wide.
Saint Petersburg, Summer 2019
Photo from the author’s archive.
Saint Petersburg, 2019.
She Doesn t Sleep at Night
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