Sunday Sonnet

Written by: Robert Heemstra

a Sunday morning without any sun
a usual day here in the North East
with my wife not here today is no fun
it has been so long since I’ve seen a priest

A few times in life I would frequent church
Believe the last time was two-thousand-two
Haven’t even been married in a church
I know my answers will come tomorrow

I don’t mean Monday a little later
Then again they may never come to me
Sometimes my life feels like a big crater
Something's missing do I need to be free?

I’m writing a sonnet on this Sunday
I find it helpful some would rather pray