Every Day is Earth Day with Fiona Dempster Podcast #210

In the Kindness of Sleep(from the wingmakers.us website)

I visited you last night when you were sleeping with a child's abandon. Curled so casual in sheets inlaid by your beauty. I held my hand to your face and touched as gently as I know how so you could linger with your dreams. I heard soft murmurs that only angels make when they listen to their home. So I drew my hand away uneasy that I might wake you even as gentle as I was.

But you stayed with your dreams and I watched as they found their way to you in the kindness of sleep. And I dreamed that I was an echo of your body curled beside you like a fortune hunter who finally found his gold. I nearly wept at the sound of your breath, but I stayed quiet as a winter lake, and bit my lip to ensure I wouldn't be detected.

I didn't want to intrude so I set my dream aside and I gently pulled your hand from underneath the covers to hold. A hand whose entry into flesh must have been the lure that brought me here. And as I hold it I remember why I came to feel your pulse and the beating of your heart in deep slumber. And I remember why I came in the kindness of sleep... to hold your hand, touch your face and listen to the soft breathing of an angel, curled so casual in sheets inlaid by your beauty.