This Sunday will never come again
and I will not get another chance
to enjoy the beauty of this day;
This Sunday will always remind me
of the separation we have at home
and the lack of unity our marriage holds;
This Sunday has arrived before the light
and in a moment of serene peace, I
find myself within the spirit of life;
This Sunday will never again replay
what is about to unfold around me
and I will never again experience its joy;
This Sunday is a day for idle reflections,
a day of acceptance of all actions
and re-actions simulcast around me;
This Sunday is the day my soul was
buried into the fading darkness as
the new dawn covered it with light.
July 15, 2012
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