Faith on Sunday, Work on Monday

As the sun was setting
The light low and the shadows long
The well-tanned and flip-flopped man
Began to gather up his kingdom
Beach chairs, umbrellas, cabanas, too
They all piled into the wind worn trailer
Hitched to an only slightly less worn SUV
Elsewhere, but unseen by me
Were hermit crabs and sand fleas and
Trap spiders and sea urchins
All, closing up shop for the night
And somewhere in a small midwestern town
A woman in a frock with worn eyes and skin
That has not been pampered
Is picking up her basket
To gather in the laundry
She earlier hung to dry
Or air out or simply
Blow in the wind
Who knows why
But some days
We build and stretch and
Bring out what we have
Believing
Our wares, our ways or even our words
Are ready to stand in
The hard noonday sun
But other days
All we can do
Is draw in our world
And close the door behind us
And wait
Hoping in tomorrow
And the new day
We believe
The sunrise will bring

dg

8/7/11

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