Sunday morning...
I'm awake at 5:30
no panic.
I know I'm not preaching.
I thought I'd sleep in
like ordinary folk
but 25 years of
habit
doesn't realize.
Finally I'm showered
and dressed for
home
wondering what to
do
on a Sunday
It's kind of like
a family celebration
happening...
only you're not
going.
I drink my juice
and down my vitamins
and build a fire
and wash the car.
It's first coffee hour now...
then second service
time
and I'm not there.
We'll fix breakfast now
and pass more morning
and read a psalm.
Maybe after awhile
it won't be Sunday
morning
anymore.
–Art Morgan
Feb. 1979 |