I Beat Up the Sun
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. The law is not against such things. Galatians 5:22-23
I BEAT UP THE SUN
The sun is finally coming up. I beat it up
with my hands, hammering the tablet
and my eyes darting back and forth
as if I were an old-fashioned carriage
on a typewriter. Reading my friends
before cockcrow. Gears, spinning,
pushed and pulled me out of bed.
Galatians scripture meditation
off a tooth. Reading to get it right.
Proverbial pen bleeding ink as I think
about the long, long day ahead, filled
with pounding, staining, sustaining,
amusement of midnight colors, lights
in the church windows, all else stark
begging for a good night’s sleep. Deep,
I shall dream in the morning, as I set
sail, way past the sun. But alas,
it will not be so, for coffee clashes
with that ship called friendship, so
I will pour myself out of bed, clean up
a bit, stir in cream, motivate myself
into believing I can do it all. Light
in the church window will create a smile,
because I put it there; true of snow
and the stars, too. I can do anything
as long as I get a grip on the day. Fruit
of the Spirit, all nine - a healthy feast.
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