Suddenly Sunday

If all was right in my world, would my words flow as freely?

Suddenly Sunday . . .

 

 

Suddenly, Sunday

Once again, it gives meaning

To blue skies and white clouds,

Drifting merrily by…

 

Long lost sojourns, however

Occupy my mind’s eye

Corrupting reality,

Distorting the way…

 

Still, I’m not a prisoner,

Caught in a mindweb,

Struggling surely

With a need to get clear…

 

Only today, Sundays have meaning,

Unlike, those of past days,

God, in his heaven,

We rejoice here on earth…

 

Used to be darker,

Uneasy, and anxious,

Not knowing, what would happen,

On the long way back home…

 

Reconciliation is difficult,

Many times, heartbreaking,

How could one person,

Be both saviour and more…?

 

The loss, I am feeling,

Although true, is deceiving,

The mind plays its tricks,

My heart, follows suit…

 

Is forgiveness what’s missing,

Is that really the key?

Do I need to forgive him,

Or is it myself, I need free…?

 

Birds in the greenery,

Sing, voices uplifting,

Clouds floating desolate,

Create my paradise remixed…

 

July 1, 2013

 

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Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

Sundays are my slow days, my "I don't have to do anything" day! I adore this...the right side of my monitor thanks you for monopolizing upon it being there! Cool, very cool presentation!

Nice to meet you...but I'd prefer not to call you "Witch". ; )

My best,
Kelly

[Gray Witch]

Thank you Kelly....Leslie (a.k.a. - Gray Witch)