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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Graceful words