I’ve only a moment To dash this off before The sabbath arrives. Sometimes I await the Seventh day exhausted But bracing myself for The holy tasks of the day. Other times, my excitement Is palpable, I’m almost shivering. Today, today, as I now Relate in the little time Before night fall, I’m almost relieved. The immediate past has been Too, too much. Too much grief, Personal and public, Too much politics Too much, too many, So many sorrows Beyond expression, Beyond my ken. Somehow, at least for Me, in this moment, there is A long awaited Quiet, a calm time oasis, A coming day of Reverent gratitude During which I hope that I am outside myself. That is the relief A little me time outside Of me. Letting the Infinite One Hold on to my worries And griefs, until, after Sunset, give or take some hours, I’ll take them on again. But that later.
Beautiful Dennis❤️