Changing Times
Already it is Sunday; the days go so quick.
Outside the sun shines brightly, birds sing.
I think of putting on my ”Sunday best,”
going to church like I did when I was young,
my hymn book in white gloved hands,
and hat perched firmly on neatly combed hair.
Instead I will put on boots, wear an old jacket,
let my greying hair blow in the breeze. I will
put the collar on the dog, take the lead with
callused hands, watch white clouds
sail over moorland hills,
and listen to the music of the river
as it carries my prayers to the sea.
sally james
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