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I only tell of sunny hours

I only tell of sunny hours...
Break time under cloudy showers;
Work day’s done after dark --
Bright and early I’m a lark.

No complaints, I like my day job.
(Despite getting called Thingamabob.)
Feels good sunbathing all day,
My happy round face on display.

I’m of ancient Egypt’s tradition;
Impressively sturdy composition!
What if your internet were to crash?
Or your watch inflicts an itchy rash?!

All I’m sayin’ is look at me --
I’m as dependable as can be!
Don’t let them slander: Obsolete!
On sunny days I’m just as sweet.

No second hand making you nervous,
Calm and collected, at your service.
Let time stand still, you just vent;
Listening to you is time well spent.

I understand, believe me, hon --
Nothing new under the sun.
No criticisms from Me will you hear,
I’m not wordy like Shakespeare.

So, if you need a friend to talk to,
Mosey on over, real impromptu.
(I’ve never divulged a secret yet
I’m as trustworthy as your pet!)

You might forget I’m even working,
But still catching rays, not shirking.
No need to thank me, it’s no prob,
Simply all a part of the job.

I like to look at the bright side of life:
Balancing joy amid so much strife.
Admiring how as a Rose e'er abloom --
The good Lord isn’t a God of gloom. 

So, here’s what I do for a living:
Casting shadows in thanksgiving --
You see Time in lines of shade,
Upon the hours our Good Lord made.

At 3 o’clock’s the Hour of Mercy;
When Savior died ain’t controversy.
3 days later -- rolled away the Stone:
(Could've been Me, if I had known);

...What an honor – within walking distance!
Of the Resurrected One’s new Resistance --
Against sin and death of this world,
The empty tomb’s shadows unfurled.

Some shadow landed in my direction --
Pointing to Christ's Resurrection.
Light spreading New Day's dawning...
To rest on Sunday isn't fawning.

I actually rest every single day!
What's that? Jealous, you say?
You can too -- are you aware?:
Rest is found in stillness of Prayer...

Uplift your heart and face to the Son,
In that alone, half the battle's done!
Bask in His Sonshine, close your eyes...
Soak up Mercy from His victorious Demise.



[Sundial Wisdom Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Feb. 2, 2019]

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