Sunday Is the Day of Rest

So much work to be completed Sunday laze I am unhurried Calm, unconcerned I have completed one task. Today is my day of rest. I will honor it as such. Honoring my Lord’s edict. Through prayer, meditation and delightfulness. I repose on my porch, unhurried. A plastic bag takes off from my feet Like a bird in flight; she is carried away I do not rush after her, knowing what will be will be God’s wind sends the bag into a swirl. She is returned to my feet. I am enjoying my lazy, peaceful Sunday. I am in God’s hands, the pattern of the bag has shown me this truth.