Babbit's Sabbath
Babbit’s Sabbath
Sundays still come
at least once a week
and I look upon them
as a special treat.
A day set aside
to give both praise and prayer
opening to the Lord on high
that I’m still down here.
The struggles both losses and gains
seem to be the present life’s relief
remnants of youth that remain
waiting on the final tally sheet.
So after all the years of passing
solace comes in the silent inner burn
with faith returned and lasting
reminiscent of the lessons learned.
The knees don’t bend as easily
but still I make the attempt
bowing my head with wheezing
asking God I be exempt.
The words slip thru my mind
blending hope and dreams deeply felt
searching for the God I long to find
as daily tasks express gratitude for the life I’m dealt.
No work today, no laundry or gardening
just peace, quiet and reflection
as God grant me pardoning
for the past wrong directions.
So Lord, here I am on Sunday, Babbit’s Sabbath.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2019
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