This Blessed Day Has Passed

This Blessed Day Has Passed From the instant of waking, not quite Sure where I am, or why the room’s so cold, To an hour’s end, as my coffee’s grown cold And I’ve pushed aside the toast, only Wanting to look up and out at the rising sun. It’s my day begun. The music gently comes: Are those bells I hear in the distance? “Alleluia!” Some hours pass. The sun stills directly above, Cutting back all shadows, proclaiming light. I try to stand,fight the pain. Better to Draw birds with colored feathers; their out- Stretched wings ready for flight; their glistening Eyes stare directly into mine; and their voices start To sing, “Joy! All to Joy!” The day’s gone on to circle the world. I lie back Bidding the night to come as I fold my hands over My heart, saying the “Our Father...” as Christ taught; My soul trying to reach up and around with love. Then a tear rolls from my eye down my cheek, with Thanks for blessings of the day...I release...My lips Move without sound. “Holy! Holy is the Lord! All be peace...Amen...” ********. ********. ********. *******( (c) sally Young eslinger 12/28/20 All glory to+.