I cannot sleep,
Dear God, I cannot sleep!
I cannot sleep
Because so many hands keep
Beckoning me. And faces stare,
And voices, piteous voices call
Upon the midnight air.
And God, O can it be
That once upon a time, like me
Thou couldst not sleep?
Because of many hands
Outstretched from all the lands;
Because so many voices call–
Voices and hearts and bodies all.
O, how they call! O, how they call!
I thought of this poem at 2 am on Monday morning when I could not sleep.
Can you identify with the emotions expressed in this poem? Have you felt the pangs of that call?