Sunday, May 13, 2012


Surrendering into night
I watch the undoings of the day
slowly melt into my bed
as if all my goals
have subsided
desires vanished.

I surrender
to the night's wishes
to be clearly in the moment
unhindered, serene
like an elder
who has done his tasks
lived fully in the world
and now
is ready for the edge.

I enter the sleeping dream
with no regrets
so when the sun rises
I do, too
born fresh in the morning
given another chance
to carry my
night of surrender
into the day.

1 comment:

Anthony Lawlor said...

Beautiful, Sherrie. Surrender is an important theme in my life now and your poem is an encouraging reminder of that shared experience.