Sunday morning now begins
light and bird notes too
across the street trailer vacant
our street like something new.
Three years of righteous crazy
must have been brought down
by the local fire codes
or the jail downtown.
I must remember every day
half the world like this
struggle to stay living
misery for the kids.
Sunday is a blessed day
thankful for the wealth
pennies in the scheme of things
trying to buy health.
Sun is in a different place
when it peaks above
horizon of the infinite
altar candle found.
So it is the morning
that comes before high noon
whatever is I wait upon
the One who made life blue.
To the east an ocean
west the heat dome comes
here we have a moment
perfect as the Son.
Let me sit upon my knees
towards the new lit dawn
three suns there are
may see today:
Dear God
DC
solar.
Everything is changing
but nothing ever does
because we are
forever in
a play
and God loves us.
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