think of God

When Sleep won't come

think of rivers running slow

through fields of long ago;

think of gardens green and cool,

lilac walk and sunken pool.

think of wind on any hill;

think of moorlands clean and chill

lit by gorse and golden rod;

think of stars-then think of God.

I found this poem in a thrifted old poetry book called 'Poems for a Quiet room'.  A timely and beautiful reminder.