It’s late and I am seeking sleep,
Yet all that I can find,
Are “what ifs”, “whys” and questions,
Deep within my mind.
“If only” is my companion,
As I search for needed sleep.
Rest I cannot find,
As the days troubles I do keep.
Worries weigh upon my heart,
And chase the peace away,
Until I turn to God,
Give it all to Him, and pray.
Leona J. Atkinson
04-26-13
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 