Sleep my child and peace attend thee,
All through the night
Guardian angels God will send thee,
All through the night;
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping,
I my loved ones' watch am keeping,
All through the night.
Angels watching, e'er around thee,
All through the night
Midnight slumber close surround thee,
All through the night
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping
I my loved ones' watch am keeping,
All through the night
While the moon her watch is keeping,
All through the night
While the weary world is sleeping,
All through the night
O'er thy spirit gently stealing,
Visions of delight revealing
Breathes a pure and holy feeling,
All through the night.
When I returned from my morning rituals, I found the wagon ransacked and ravaged. From all evidence it wasn't a raid but more the look of a young warrior in a hurry to gather his things. Everything was kept neat and tidy but excitement and enthusiasm would make even what was right before his eyes ... hard to find. The dust had settled by the time I arrived leaving behind a small treasure I'd not seen in many hands. Curling it into my palm, I just closed my eyes for a while.
I'd overheard Vao speak of journeying south to drive the last of the kaiila here. It was logical that the men had left camp on that venture ... men plural meaning that Me Too had been allowed to go with them. Once upon a time, I had wanted to make that trip ... to see what lie beyond the horizon of the wagons. Now, I was oddly pleased that I wasn't going. I wanted to be here, perhaps want is not the right word ... needed ... desired .. felt right? I spent the afternoon putting things back where they belonged ... I just wasn't sure at the moment where that meant as far as I was concerned. One last look at what felt like an empty nest before I tied the bit of tattered down back into the ends of the silvery strands. I closed the flap on the wagon and went about the rest of my chores singing some little lullaby I remembered.
All through the night
Guardian angels God will send thee,
All through the night;
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping,
I my loved ones' watch am keeping,
All through the night.
Angels watching, e'er around thee,
All through the night
Midnight slumber close surround thee,
All through the night
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping
I my loved ones' watch am keeping,
All through the night
While the moon her watch is keeping,
All through the night
While the weary world is sleeping,
All through the night
O'er thy spirit gently stealing,
Visions of delight revealing
Breathes a pure and holy feeling,
All through the night.
When I returned from my morning rituals, I found the wagon ransacked and ravaged. From all evidence it wasn't a raid but more the look of a young warrior in a hurry to gather his things. Everything was kept neat and tidy but excitement and enthusiasm would make even what was right before his eyes ... hard to find. The dust had settled by the time I arrived leaving behind a small treasure I'd not seen in many hands. Curling it into my palm, I just closed my eyes for a while.
I'd overheard Vao speak of journeying south to drive the last of the kaiila here. It was logical that the men had left camp on that venture ... men plural meaning that Me Too had been allowed to go with them. Once upon a time, I had wanted to make that trip ... to see what lie beyond the horizon of the wagons. Now, I was oddly pleased that I wasn't going. I wanted to be here, perhaps want is not the right word ... needed ... desired .. felt right? I spent the afternoon putting things back where they belonged ... I just wasn't sure at the moment where that meant as far as I was concerned. One last look at what felt like an empty nest before I tied the bit of tattered down back into the ends of the silvery strands. I closed the flap on the wagon and went about the rest of my chores singing some little lullaby I remembered.
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