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Sunday Morning
By Jessica Napier
© 2005

Your love flows down
and rushes over the treetops
lighting them gloriously

In this moment, my heart lies at your feet
so easily you took and placed it there
where nothing of me can hide from your truth

Your power crashes over the rocks
thundering, foaming
gently lapping over the shore

And then my tears spill
first for the joy of the day
then for the knowledge of the highway ahead

Please don’t make me go
to where money exhausts me
to where aloneness haunts me
and to where my daughter softly cries in her pillow
for a father

My bare shame and grief
they break me again
this insignificant heap of me agonizing
and begging for mercy you’ve already given

Please hold me in this perfect place one moment longer
let me hear you whispers of loving kindness
only they can give me faith and hope
the strength to continue on
this Sunday morning

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