Sun-day

I needed to write it down.

It’s Sunday.

Lovely, sunny afternoon,

Sprinkler spreads great bands of joy

Across my lawn.

Mist,

forms and vaporizes

dances skyward

silver droplets settle into the earth

watering lilacs, mockorange, and spirea.

Birds flutter through it.

All life is nourished

Does God feel this way when it rains?

Once again.

I know I have to move. To rise

To shop

To do dishes

To pickup things

Tasks await

They aren’t going away.

Still

Till greater, deeper cares arise

In about one minute

Two, perhaps

I will relax right here

Warmed by the summer sun.

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