Sabbath Playgrounds

Sunday afternoons, or Saturday afternoons, look and feel richer, dense relational liturgy of mundane ritual, often more sabbath quiet. Quiet neighborhood school playground celebrates more solitary visits seeking silent sensory selftalk, muse swings back and forth, happy slides up elational, processional, then downright ecstatic. Sunday's GratitudeGoRound of a warm winter's sun pretexting Spring's redemptive dance, prancing across wet jungle gyms of mythic pirate romance, swinging Tarzans and Janes flying rope to rope bar to bar beating outdoor kettle drums of Sunday's sacred playground joy. This light we bring to sabbath Sunday's sun absorbs full resolved through echoing play, a child again in love's sequestered Solar System womb giving happy birth to weeks becoming strong, EarthBound PlayGround ecstatically beloved Queen Shabbat's weekly baptism in love child's regenerativity.