Sunday night, past eleven,
signs and sounds of life start to wane,
all have gone to their corners,
tucked in their own sleeping spaces,
another night...another week ends...
from this dark silence,
shall emerge..........tomorrow.

i am not alone...yet, i seem alone,
i seek You again...

in my lamp-lit room, i worry about
tomorrows, laden with difficult tasks.
i don't know how...or, where to start,
how to go about them....yet, i must.
they are upon my aging shoulders,
they feel really heavy...

"why me?" some nights, i ask..."take
these tasks away," i say..........when mind
clears, i take back my wish...my question,
i am reminded: some have boulders to
carry........mine are just pebbles.
here i am....complaining at this late
hour......instead of giving thanks...

forgive my worrying, my selfish whining...
if i do wake up to see another  tomorrow,
i ask for hope and strength.....there's still
much to do.....my weary mind and eyelids
surrender....God, i need Your Light.
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(Good night, everyone!)


Sally

Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
June 16, 2019