How he sleeps:
Stretched out under the wing of the girl he loves,
Head pillowed on her belly,
Does he fret or worry
Over his next meal,
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Feel the rhythm of his sleeping breath
As he leans in.
For him there is no next,
Only now;
And now is good.
Consider him:
Lean into your Master,
Your Father,
Your rest.
He knows the now and the next.
Fret not.
