A Day In the Week of Life

From sunup to sundown it was indeed a weird day; it seemed as if the sun rose wearing dimming shades and as if the wind had been blown off course or locked out. The bold-green leaf trees, hedges, shrubs, and lawn grasses just stood there motionless as if they were aping their canvassed or woven cloth/ plastic counterparts that year-round highlighted the locations of graves. In the dimness of it all, even shadows had a time with their shading reflections; and the bi-polar tempt had fun teasing t-shirts and sweatshirts with a strange “lukeness” that was neither hot nor cold nor warm or cool. A special Virginia trait! The scary-like graveyard silence of this weird lingering day was pinged periodically by echoes of hidden birds in trees and sometimes the echoes of ducks in a distant pond; it seemed as if no other sound had the echoing energy to pierce the silence. As this taunting tired day slowly faded into the coming darkness of night, suddenly I realized that nothing had happened to me Throughout this weird incomprehensive lingering day, and that my heart was beating with a shooing rhythm of allegorical awareness. This day of the week too had been one that the Lord had made with his undying love and had blessed me to be perpendicular in it; thus, it became apparent to me that I need to rejoice and be glad to be a part of another day of God’s imaging shared beauties of life. In gratitude, I now share this day with you that like me, you too may understand that although it may seem at times that God does not give us what it is we want, he has never failed to give us the things we’ve had needs for.