Harmony
Manipulated Digital Painting
by
Elizabeth Crawford
A Thought
Sometimes wish
that the word Sunday
was just what it says:
A day filled with sunshine,
beautiful blue skies,
with fluffy white clouds
drifting through them.
But, must remember
that rain, wind, and even
snow have a purpose
in seeing that life
continues (perhaps
with sore back and aching
muscles).
Sunday is considered
the first day of the week
yet, when we were taught
the names of each day
Monday came first,
and Sunday was set aside
for rest and spiritual
reflection.
Must wonder if we can
ever really know
the true meaning of all
these words we so easily
use, without fully understanding.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/21/2018
Note: Image is a kaleidoscope made from another digital painting.
Poem posted at Waiting On Words: Word for day 21 is Sunday.
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Yes, we live so much of life in the “dark.” Words, words and more words, and do we really know any of them? Still we try to use them daily. But as poets, we seek for the “just right word.” Keep our fingers crossed, and slide for home plate. Hopeing you will get my meaning…?
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Words, and their meanings, affect each of us in different ways. Sunday was always family day when I was growing up. We went to Mass together in the morning, then Mother would come home and get dinner started, usually a pot roast or a pork roast. We’d eat dinner in the dining room. It was one of my favorite times of the week. I loved the routine and the connection to my parents and siblings.
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Sunday was always a day to be with my family and loved ones. I miss my Sundays. Now, I like to hibernate and hide from the world.
Nice reflection on the word, Elizabeth.
Love,
Pamela
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