The Lords Day

Blue-grey streams between the blinds

Announcing this day has come,

bringing hope to the few and lonely

night watchers—

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.