Burning Up

The sun has risen

and it’s burning,

burning up 


And I’m raising my arms

to worship

or plead.

Not sure which.

Praise or prayer,

perhaps they’re the same.

That’s my thought

for the day.

Quite profound,

I think,

for the day when I’m sure

I’ll be going home.

What do think?

Are we of the same mind?

Great minds thinking alike again.

Come, it’s time

to go.

Hold my hand.



Popular posts from this blog