Blue-grey streams between the blinds
Announcing this day has come,
bringing hope to the few and lonely
Bearing gifts for this week’s holyday.
This once was a day without buying or selling,
building up or tearing down, digging or planting
‘til commerce supplanted
‘til it became like any other day.
I remember hearing doves coo from trees
on streets so quiet.
Church bells heard across the city
calling us to gather together this day.
now deadened by bustle and noise
Instead sirens sound down the streets.
calling me to another type of prayer.
There once was a day to sink down into the inner life
To remember for a while that life is a gift
To be savored – like hard candy on special days.