(A gloomy, rainy Sunday...4:50 pm)
Sundown comes, and takes with
it, the spirit, the lilt of the day.
it wearies, and wanes...restless
minds succumb to acquiescence
and introspection at day's end,
the dark calms the world...
we thank God, for saving us one
more long day...from misfortunes,
diseases, from the evils of humanity.
on lengthened gloomy days,
ashen hues of displeasure
ebb and flow, born from hushed
questions...dying unanswered,
it's hard at times, to keep on loving
all that we love...do everything we
love doing, with the same longing
and enthusiasm...as before.
to be, or not to be,
to do, or not to do,
to love, or not to love---
how do you practice continuance,
while reeling upon the murky
mid streams in life?
what if, we are suddenly,
summoned...to back off from
existence, take a final break?
do we carry resentment
wherever we may end up?
whatever second life awaits us?
our weary souls take rest, these
wonderings fade, as we close our
eyes at night...rising to a hopeful
sunrise, to wondrous chirpings of
birds...to rooster's calls...to water
flowing from the faucet...the sweet
smell of maple syrup and freshly
made pancakes, and sniffs of coffee
brewing...songs and scents of a new
morning, then, sun peeps through
slits and spaces, melting last night's
dark perspectives...a continuance
occurs...another day to tackle.
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sally b
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
August 25, 2021
#morning #continuance #sallyb