A Listless Day



The Moon slowly shedding it’s light

Waning grey clouds, hiding its might.

A red glow, rising, heralding morn

As I rise from bed, to another day born.

Listless and weary, from yesterday’s rest

My mind ajar, body dulled, by being not at best.

A candle lit, facing East, trying with zest

And, prayers offered, no, not my best.

Lonely and forlorn, my lot today

Yet, endure the day, I must, without delay.

As shadows lengthen and daylight fades

Swift to its close, this day, with darkening shades.

I pray Thee O! Lord, Thy comfort I seek

This night, abide with me, my earnest plea….

– Chris Defonseka


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