Monday Souls
MONDAY SOULS
As the wind blows, the kettle whistles
and chirping birds relish the dawn.
Like us, they awaken to tired cars
on their morning commutes.
Windshield wipers stretch, yawning
brings tears, as the congregation wrestles
their Monday souls out of bed.
The blessed ones, with internal
resounding of Sunday’s choir, rejoicing
in their head - better than sugar plums,
cleanses all sand from their eyes,
clearing the way for a sunny day.
Whether on the beach or in the digs
of today’s workplace battlefield,
the tone is set for a joyful outpouring.
The leading of the Holy Spirit, with
heavenly wisdom, and
the Son’s approval stamp,
comfort suffering co-workers,
who search out and lean on
the morning light.
10/9/2017
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