SUNDAY MORNING COMING DOWN

. I think of lovely people I saw today 
The ones I was with
Rehearsing, singing and listening
Some prepared food
Delicious baked goods
And breakfast casseroles
Good nature and conversation
Missing some special people
That have passed on
Or couldn’t attend for health reasons
 
Sad about those leaving for the season
There were watering eyes
Stories that could only be half told
Because the choking up process
Would not allow
 
This is life, though
We progress and then regress
Realize our own mortality
Forgiving those craving earthly recognition
Praying for intervention by the One
 
Sun was shining; dignity prevailed
No complaints from those suffering
Sky was blue; the singing lifted spirits
And the food caused us all to
Violate our healthy eating habits
 
Oh well!  We will be sensible tomorrow
We are almost in control and
Isn’t that the way it should be?
 
Stanski
August 25, 2019 ^
 

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