WHEN
When the night wind softly moans like some poor lost soul dying,
When perceived past sins torment the spirit like hideous spectres multiplying;
When nightmares haunt the soul and trap you in the darkest deep
That sees you force yourself awake to escape its smothering sleep,
How glad you are to witness the dawning and the light of welcoming day
As the arrival of a new born morning bids you rise and go on life's way.
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M.C. Newberry
Wed 12th Jul 2023 11:41
To Helene/Clare/Hugh/Tom and JC - your "likes" are appreciated,
thank you. The inspiration for the lines came from a morning
"lie-in" - often a source for material for WOL. Probably to do
with de-clutering the brain-box, or something!