Now I Lay Me Down

Now I lay me down to weep.
I pray Thee, Lord, to help me sleep.
But if I cry all through the night,
I pray Thee, Lord, please hold me tight.

TBT 1990
© 2017 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved

Merciful Wounds

If it takes the wounds of a cherished friend to teach me more of my Savior, then I welcome them in spite of their pain. If it takes the wounds of a cherished friend to take me to the Cross, I welcome them as scars of God’s love upon my open hands that have been forced by grace to release their stubborn grip.

—Holly Stratton

Sonnet II (Millay)

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied.
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped upon my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,—so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, “There is no memory of him here!”
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.


from Collected Sonnets of Edna St. Vincent Millay
© 1941 Harper & Row