On Sundays

On Sundays

On Sundays I usually try and open to God.
Sometimes God nudges into me
and I faintly sense the softening of love.
Sometimes God spreads out before me,
and I hesitate at the brink.
Sometimes I stay closed,
tight, and stiff, and alone.

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