A blizzard sweeps across the fields
I won’t go to the church today.
My 200-foot commute is unnecessary
As no one will be coming by my office.
If I am needed, they will call me.
Today, I stay at home and pray –
exercise, watch a movie, read, and write.
It’s a mandatory day of peace and quiet –
And I rejoice in this snow paralysis.
It’s the day after Christmas
And a nap is whispering my name.
Soon enough the wind will die down
The drifting will cease
And I’ll make my way back toward the stained glass structure of my life…
But not today
this day after Christmas.