Sunday
Sunday comes creeping
nudging me, murmuring words
like arise, get up!
She has big plans, this Sunday.
Doing gentle deeds,
speaking words of devotion
to all things common
to me, to everyone,
we start in prayer
and end in the sun, shining
on this good and pleasant life.
Copyright 2011 JO Janoski
Sunday comes creeping
nudging me, murmuring words
like arise, get up!
She has big plans, this Sunday.
Doing gentle deeds,
speaking words of devotion
to all things common
to me, to everyone,
we start in prayer
and end in the sun, shining
on this good and pleasant life.
Copyright 2011 JO Janoski
Beautiful Jo love this poem!!
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