Sunday...poem

Sunday is an intriguing day. It’s a day saved for Bar B Qs and pic nics. Sundays, whether you are religious or not; Sundays are a day of fellowship and kindness. I read somewhere that there are fewer crimes on Sunday than any other day. Sunday is a day of relaxation and joy. There have been songs and poems written about this beautiful day. I wanted to throw my hat in the ring so to speak, and here is my poem dedicated to Sunday.

Sunday

The cat finds a spot of sunlight
on the floor and slumbers into the heat.
The kids ride their bikes
up and down the road squealing with delight.

The adults lounge on the couch, after
a nice brunch with friends 
remembering the past and the friend's laughter.

The dog is still begging for scraps,
sniffing the table that once held food
and contents itself in sitting
in comfortable warm laps.

Nothing gets done, and there is so much to do.
Churches fill up, teaming with the believers
trying to sway their future with God
and to save their holy spirit 
with a crucified deity.

The sun sets on this beautiful day,
and no one has anything left to say.

Thank you to my current readers. I am so very grateful to each of you who support my writing. I am also grateful to those who comment on the work, as well as those who restack my work in order to share it with their own audiences.