Years and years of Sundays as a member of the clergy take their toll. Nearly every clergyperson I know with one service, two, or three, looks forward to the Sunday afternoon nap. Somehow I thought, when I left parish ministry, it would change. Nope. I think it*s in the bones, or blood, or sinews. The Sunday afternoon nap.
I just woke up.
Even though Sundays have a different pattern
These days,
Already I long
For the Sunday afternoon nap
The pumpkins are in the planters,
Ready for Halloween.
The day is chilly.
Church is soon.
Today we celebrate Reformation Sunday.
Our Lutheran is on the roster
To preach.
She preaches well but still I find myself
Remembering
The Sunday afternoon nap.
It calls out
Its possibility
Even before I finish my morning coffee.
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