It’s Sunday

I am not in what some call church.

My soul has somehow connected

To a part of me that hides.

Like the old game of hide and seek.

My soul sometime sits silent in the background

Then suddenly jumps out to seek.

Seeking, seeking, seeking,

Seeking what?

Answers to unknown questions.

Questions for unknown answers.

But it’s Sunday!

I call out.

The day of rest!

My soul says no rest

When there is work to be done.


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