Today is Sunday
For the first time they took me out into the sun today
And for the first time in my life I was aghast that the sky is so far away and so blue and so vast I stood there without a motion
Then I sat on the ground with r...
O Day most calm, most bright The fruit of this, the next world's bud,
Th' endorsement of supreme delight,
Writ by a friend, and with his bloud;
The couch of Time;
The Globe at the door, a jaunt to the square for the Sunday Times
Later the path you made has healed, anyone may use it
A good day for a fire
Fast clouds tug their moorings of rain, bent like a wet field in the wind
I walked down alone Sunday after church
To the place where John has been cutting trees
To see for myself about the birch
He said I could have to bush my peas.