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Layperson’s Weekend Liturgy

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Everything seems

A little off today

There are dry spots

In the roll,

And the coffeemaker

Appears to have made

Less coffee

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The sun’s a little

Too bright, the blue

A little too pale

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I see the dust too easily,

Which I’m sure

Is no one’s fault

But my own

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I’m not sure why

The hazy and hard

Parts are the ones

I focus on; maybe they

Are focusing

On me, though

By and large

I think that nature and

The world really

Don’t care, nor should

They have to

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So I’ll take this day

In my dusty, unclear

World as a gift,

Something bestowed

By what caused me

To sleep last night,

What woke me up

This morning

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C L Couch

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Photo by PJ Gal-Szabo on Unsplash

Baseball catcher with the dust of his mitt in the air.

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