Relative Time
It's been a long day. In the shiny morning
Light from the window set the glittering dustmotes
Dancing like angels in the quiet room,
And pain came sharp and passed.
At noon-time grief arrived,
A guest who settled in to spend some time,
And didn't seem to know what time to leave.
Now sun is westering, and in the evening cool
I wonder how long a day is. Do we work past dusk,
Into the dark by flickering lights of hope?
I'm tired, Lord. It seems too long a day.