Sabbath

Iambic, rhyming

His nails have dug into his palms;

they do that kind of thing.

It's only when he's hearing psalms,

and hearing others sing.

"Oh why, dear God?" he says on Sunday,

knowing there's no lord.

"I do so wish to get to Monday,

feel no longer bored."

Yet he will know, when starting Monday,

working now for six,

the seventh day will be a Sunday -

moods are such a mix.

He therefore holds no sabbath dear

(and nails have pierced the palms);

he's far from cheer, and feels the fear

he'll hear those bloody psalms.

(Oct 2022)

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

no rest for the weary...and Sabbath is just a pipedream for some.

He hears the psalms but doesn't see how he can apply them to his own life.
j.

[Andrew John]

I think he likes to think of nails through his palms. Whole holes in the holy?

[Chris Shaw]

I had a little chuckle when I read this. I used to go to church as a young person. Not any more. I can on occasions listen to a choir sing in a church on TV because it reminds me of the hymns we sang in assembly at school. I tend not to stay there long though. Mondays I'm OK with. Especially now I have retired. I like where I wandered within your lines Andrew. Happy Sunday.

Chris

[Andrew John]

Thank you, Chris. Enjoyed reading of your chuckle!