Infected
What was I doing in
my sleep?
I came awake with
such an awesome feeling of peace
And my very first
conscious thought
Was I must have been
singing
For firmly
entrenched in my consciousness
Were songs of
praises to the Most Holy One
But I was probably
in some other place
Oblivious to time or
space
I certainly did not
know what was going on
It was as close as I
shall ever be
Dead
But I must have been
singing
For I woke with
feelings of joy and happiness
contentment
And also of
Could this be some
kind of infection?
An infectious
disease that I contracted
Maybe
For it was not
totally new
It had happened to
me before
Only it constantly
goes in remission
Then there is an
outbreak on occasion
And you know what
I like this infection
If only it would
happen to me more often
© Prince W Bradford 2015
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