Our Lady of Another Day

Whispers of the untamed beyond the walls,
stealthy and unconcerned. Bit of bird chirp.
A scuffle in dry leaves. A hiccuping
hollowness punctures awareness and drains
away. Dreams knot fragments of past, present.
The toddler that crawled into my bed late
last night. The dog curled up behind my knees.
Years ago. Now. What’s the difference? It’s time.
Slow snow flecks my face. Light shifts gray to gay.
Praise the day, and curse it. Give thanks once more.


2 responses to “Our Lady of Another Day

  1. There is also trying to figure out what day it was as you praise God for this new day – when I think morning new day things I think of camp

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