Monday is too long to wait;
for Tuesday, that seems to arrive late,
because Wednesday simple stops the process.
And Thursday teases us like we’re almost finished with the process.
But Friday comes along with praise, bells, and whistles.
While Saturday we dance until the night and dawn is as thorns and thistles.
Yet Sunday stands alone. It’s holy to show us all who creates each day; everyday,
that we sing, praise, rest and stay awake, to see the pattern repeat, the moon, the stars.
the Seasons and all that we can fathom.