You think you\u2019re the only one
\nwho sits on the edge of the bed,
\nunable to get up?
\nThe only one in a world of clanking,
\nwho has to hold their ears,
\nfeather the silence?
\nWhat makes you different?
\nToes, hands,
\na heart that can break.
\nAre you a warrior of sorrow,
\ncomplaints, bad back, aching?
\nAre you all alone?<\/p>\n
Everyone outside is silent,
\na vast multitude,
\nand they wait with hushed breath
\nfor you to make it.
\nThey place bets,
\nnod,
\ngive knowing glances,
\na horse race.
\nCan he rise?
\nCan she stand?
\nCan conflicted lovers for a moment
\nend their differences,
\nexchange a kiss?
\nYou see,
\nwe are not alone.
\nIt takes courage to rise,
\nsplash water on your face,
\npay the bills, ad infinitum,
\nforget we were children.<\/p>\n
Rise on the eighth day
\nand leave to God his seven.
\nThat\u2019s what he put in us,
\nour own day,
\nour struggle,
\nour moment in the dark.
\nThat was what it was before creation.
\nBefore the moon was put in place,
\nflowers painted,
\nthe sea filled up with light,
\nthe firmament scattered,
\nfor the first day of our lives,
\nand his prayer,
\nhis solace for the children
\nput in Eden.
\nHe gave us a day among days.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
You think you\u2019re the only one who sits on the edge of the bed, unable to get up? The only one in a world of…<\/p>\n