lullaby

A mystical symphony permeates my senses and a holy lullaby embraces me.

Therefore, she hummed the provincial lullaby she had learned from the officers_ children in the English Quarter of Jerusalem, and watched in fascination while the savage radical__ eyes misted over with tears. For an instant, the prison bars melted away, and she felt God__ presence__or the first time since their imprisonment. She was not a captive, and this man was not her captor. Indeed, they were both merely God__ children.

Never give up. Dare to Dream. Dare to believe.

Sometimes all we need is a hug that will make us feel home. The heartbeats that sound like a lullaby and the eyes which assure us that the world is not such a bad a place yet every time we stare into them.

A successful song comes to sing itself inside the listener. It is cellular and seismic, a wave coalescing in the mind and in the flesh. There is a message outside and a message inside, and those messages are the same, like the pat and thud of two heartbeats, one within you, one surrounding. The message of the lullaby is that it__ okay to dim the eyes for a time, to lose sight of yourself as you sleep and as you grow: if you drift, it says, you__l drift ashore: if you fall, you will fall into place.

They heard a lullaby every time a part of her died in Silence.

There__ an infant part in our souls which longs for the lullaby truths of life every night for a tranquil slumber.

Bringing you 'raisins and almonds' and words (from a Yiddish lullaby

Wherever you will go, I will let you down, But this lullaby goes on.

Sweet and low sweet and low Wind of the western sea Low low breathe and blow Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go Come from the dying moon and blow Blow him again to me While my little one while my pretty one sleeps.

Rock-a-bye baby on the tree top When the wind blows the cradle will rock When the bough breaks the cradle will fall Down will come baby cradle and all.

Hush my dear lie still and slumber Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head.

I drew a chair up beside her and sang. All I do is dream of you the whole night through . . . It was a horrible rendition, and I quite enjoyed attempting it, setting the notes free from the song as each one went farther and farther astray.

Are these things really better than the things I already have? Or am I just trained to be dissatisfied with what I have now?

I wish for today and dream of yesterday. If the gods should hold me in their favor, then I shall hope for tomorrow.

Tell me all of the things that make you feel at ease

till, silently_ithout one peep, the angels come, their watch to keep._hey'll hold you safe while dreaming deep. The pillow cool beneath your head,_ll star lit is your feather bed which glides the moonbeams like a sled,_bove towns which glitter blue and red.

I heard raindrops in the nightPattering upon my eaves,Like a pleasing lullabyEasing me back to sleep,Which I thought was odd a bit,For I awoke because of it.