Dried up prayers bring hope too!

Fluffy white pillows float on a blue bed of sky
But the prayers dry up on my tongue.
Fatigue settles over my body and
The will to go on is gone.
It feels more like I've been sleeping on a bed of nails.
But the birds circling in songs of praise
Pull me off the painful surface.

I see the half moon
Fading into the sunrise and I realize I can battle another day!