by Job Conger
written 9:15 am, Sunday, January 16, 2011
Sunday morning sunshine is beautiful to me.
I said goodbye to last week in my sleep last night.
The remnants of dreary shortcomings are flushed and forgotten
in the sacred power of Sabbath Day
as the light of the forever son and sun
illumines hope and resolution for incipient tomorrows,
returns to the shadows the shallow drear,
restores to my heart the hope of second chances
and chances after: beginning now, mine
for the taking, to engage anew, renewed,
in heart and voice
to shape my life as the miracle of mud –
moist dust that became life
and shall return to dust –
true, and blessed in truth.
In the Sunday morning sunshine
I delight in what I am
and what I am certain to become:
a child of light
in the world of wanderers
embraced by darkness.