eyes still shut - my mind runs
the day - adjusting the empty
spaces - searching the smile to
send as you leave - and you will
leave - off to the doings of your
happy day - leave me the emptied
uncoupled hours ... I, scurry scratch
penciled-in pretend usefulness,
rough-scatter-sketch meandering,
minuscule, meaning ... and then ...
though I do not by nature nor faith
nor temperament practice the
falling to the knees of many
I fall to my knees in grateful
supplication - uncurling -
loosening - breathing -
with unclenched heart
opening - opening -
to this glorious
gifted Sunday
when you are
here with me
after all.
Acknowledgement and gratefulness to Divine presence. What an awesome write
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
Ah, how lovely!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteSoon a Monday will come... we should enjoy the freedom of sunday another 30 minutes or so.
ReplyDeleteI like this piece of writing, especially from....I fall to me knees in grateful supplication............. Oh how Sundays are gifted to be with loved ones.
ReplyDeleteLovely. I like the way the words cascade, as well as the words themselves. Good work.
ReplyDeleteHaha! Yes, sometimes a simple mistake will add a day and a blessing. I used to feel ths way about snow days.
ReplyDeleteThe sadness of this touching monologue is overwhelming. We often live our lives still sharing, talking, doing the same things that we once did when we had them with us. Grief is bearable when you can do that.
ReplyDeleteSometimes we must fall on our knees
ReplyDeleteas is in this place we experience humility
I, scurry scratch
ReplyDeletepenciled-in pretend usefulness,
rough-scatter-sketch meandering
I love your play upon words.. enthralling!!
Just beautiful, Pearl! I love the form, the mood, the flow, all of it.
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