NOT READY FOR GLORYLAND-a poem Su, 3-12-17

CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith from the Heart of Winter for the Years of Winter

I try to start each day by singing a song and writing a poem. The poem is not crafted or edited, just what comes to mind. But this morning I was singing “Do Lord,” and… well, this seemed like a Sunday morning sort of poem…

NOT READY FOR GLORYLAND-a poem             Su, 3-12-17

I am tired

The sort of sag

That comes in evening

After the toil of day

Even though it is morning

And my work

Has been slow and small

I could rest now, no one

Would tell me it is wrong

For when we are old

A morning rest is not a sin

But I do not want to close my eyes

For the sun is high, and the flowers bright

With puff clouds adrift in lighter blue

I am not ready yet for my home

In that glory land that outshines the sun

JRMcF

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