Advent 3


Is hard to find

In ordinary time.

In dark skies, aching body, troubled mind.


Is scarce on days I eat my sorrow and still find empty landscapes in my mind.


I am sure it lurks. There was a rainbow today.


Tomorrow I am sure my head will be more together. But some days are like those clouds. Dreary. Long.

Tomorrow is another day.

For now. Tea. Bed. Book. TV.

The days roll on, waiting is as much in the trudging days as the mountain top joy.

I breathe. I hope. I rest.

Tomorrow is another day.

This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s