Sunday Afternoon

Hello Sunday afternoon. We meet again.
Exhaustion, questions, reflections, gratitude, regret.
I sit at the piano and sing in the now alone church.
It is quiet again.
The black dog nips at my heels.
I relax and trust. And trust. And hope.
“What can I give back to God for all the blessings?”
Hello Sunday afternoon. We meet again.

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