The Sacred Day
the invasion of God into the ordinary day
God loves the lonely
Posted by on February 12, 2011
Dust floats in the light
a beam through the curtains
Another sleepless night
now just slowness and pain
God loves the lonely
like a fragment of shell
the best colors and shimmers
his eyes have beheld
are broken fragments
that glisten where they fell
He takes care of his mother
after teaching at school
seems it’s always another
only his illness is his own
Dust goes to dust
but God only knows
those who do what they must
as they call others their own
God loves the lonely
like a fragment of shell
the best colors and shimmers
his eyes have beheld
are broken fragments
that glisten where they fell
