Hi God,
Am I right that I got to have off yesterday?
Sundays don’t count among the forty days?
At least, that’s the way I tallied things.
Anyway, I’m back for one more day,
with luck, another thirty-five will follow.
An example of the intemperance of things, I suppose,
has been aptly demonstrated this weekend.
I looked at my yard on Saturday and thought
about raking up the leftover leaves
and all the dead sticks
that had fallen from the trees
over the winter;
I thought about casting
new grass seed about.
Then, I wake up today,
and it’s all snow.
So back to shoveling;
one set of plans shelved
for the necessity of the moment.
So my prayer today
is that you help me remember
that dreams are ok,
but that they shouldn’t get in the way
of the here and now.
When it is time to shovel
help me to make time to do just that.
Also, please have mercy on my soul,
sinner though I be.
Amen