Around our house, Sundays are usually a time to kick back and enjoy some relaxation. The poem below uses the term Sabbath in a somewhat metaphorical sense. (Please don’t think my intention is to demean the biblical Sabbath as celebrated by many Jews and some Christians.)
This poem is (who would have guessed?) a sonnet, a somewhat lighthearted one, but as anyone who has suffered insomnia knows, when you’re trying to get some much-needed sleep, it’s also representative of sincere struggle. Sometimes, happiness is nothing more than a good night’s sleep.
There’s a beautiful verse about God’s gift of sleep in Psalm 127:2. It says:
It is vain for you to rise up early,
To retire late,
To eat the bread of painful labors;
For He gives to His beloved even in his sleep.
Wise Blood / old 
Yes! I know that feeling well. Especially on Sunday nights. The work week looms before me and sleep eludes more than usual. Mercy! I haven’t slept well since becoming a mother. That’s a looong time. Sweet dreams if you can catch them, Renee!
Missed this one too apparently! Yes, I think I qualify as the Midnight Wanderer (though it’s more often around 2:30-3:00 a.m.). Exercising used to help but I’ve kind of “fallen off the wagon” lately. Must get back on!