I think of you on Mondays

The Rev. Erice Fairbrother

 
 
Saturday and there is work
Not the kind I travel to
The kind I tumble out of sleep to
in my house or outside
The neglect
Tatty, ragged, unkempt
Edges
 
Sunday and it's
This work of clearing,
Weeding back to find paving
Placed carefully once
In faith
Keen, committed, naively
Driven
 
So it is, when done
I think of you on Mondays
Of being able to see my way
To your window
Sitting in its depth,
your serenity love's longed for
absolution
 
©Erice Fairbrother
June 2014