Friday
A Poem for Busy Seasons
Friday
There are weeks
when everything races
and you dare not
confront the speed.
Everything is happening.
Everything is all at once.
You may even set aside
important things—
like prayer, and friends,
and kissing.
You worry: "What if velocity's pace
will crush what I care about in its path?"
But today is Friday.
Let Friday wash over you
like healing, warm waters.
and know that it is
always there when
you need it most.
Pay attention to it
as if today was a
gift.