Sunday solace

another Sunday
sad, somehow
even when the day
finds the sky smiling
and my heart alive again
something about Sunday
always makes me ache
Sundays in slow motion and
I feel God's hand
bearing down a little harder
on the seventh day
perhaps it's because
like me, He is exhausted
from the long week of work
and the daily grind
of watching His children
the rotation that never
lets Him relax
I feel His pain on Sundays
more than any other day
I think Sunday makes me realize
there is never enough time...
a thousand years
would not be enough
I am challenged to make good
on the short time I am given
tomorrow, I'll awaken Monday
unable to sleep in
and wish for my sad Sunday
to hurry back to me again