One after another, each
bone-weary day wakes
into a blend of light:

cattle, hills and fading green,
full of doubt. After yesterday’s
branding, Frank Ainley offers

a lengthy, hats-off grace
encompassing good neighbors
and food with an afterthought:

reminding the Lord that we all,
except for maybe me, need
some rain. To be so solemnly

singled-out to a God I wouldn’t
bother—juggling so many crises
on this planet—seems appropriate,

yet requires, as he knows,
a special request from me,
or perhaps be left out.

Ever the teacher, the coach
the deacon, the way is clear
to his Almighty God.

One response to “CLOUDY SABBATH

  1. Lovely; wish I could send some of our rain your way…


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