Blue Letters

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Sunday

Rooted in this moment
We caress the trunk of life
Bring us to earth oh lord
Gracious sacred Sunday you have granted us
Let us learn to treasure each second minute hour
Time we cannot collect nor give back
What was it all for
We ask
Answer you give none

Two minutes to the hour
Sand slips through the whole hole

One minute to go
And time to leave