SUNDAY MORNING 10:10
I make my way to the balcony, one eye shun,
The other shut, squints to find solace and Sun.
Cautiously I move reaching out, grabbing only mere air,
I need not fear in my search for the Son.
I wish to remove a chill within, to warm the soul I lease.
Clumsy now I stumble down to find a seat, my chair,
One I can claim for the now be outdoors --breathe fresh air.
I sit not in thought, but listen at this moment so rare
One that wraps around me, where any noise is bare.
It is so quiet now; I feel the sunlight as it strains through the trees
My mind attempts to focus this singular moment of healing rays.
I realize too, it has limits in my time all of the days.
What is next, 11:11?
This I doubt. During this recovery I am to lift no more than ten pounds.
So, I thought to remove the unbearable weight on my shoulders.