cloudless blue, warm, still,

the field left to grass, the

house cat hides behind

thistles to stalk mice,

as the morning waxes

hay rolls seem to glisten

in the field and cow parsley

heads all face the same

way as if at a religious

gathering, it is Sunday

after all, the tranquil hiss

and hum of the countryside

the only hymn being played,

for some this is a holy day

so, quietly I say my prayer,

blessing my loved ones and

secretly I allow myself

redemption

© Graham R Sherwood 08/25