Sunday, February 13, 2011

thats what I love about Sundays...

I love waking up to my best friend
   who is always stoked to be alive,
and chronically thrilled to wake beside me. 
                                                              I relish when the sun shines in through the cracks
                                                          in my blinds as if it was trying to tell me good
                                                       morning and hint at the potential the day ahead holds.
Its my favorite when your human bff calls
 to make sure you are awake, because they knew
how excited you were about the morning
                                                        activities and dont want you to miss it,
                                                even though you know they didnt have to wake up
                                                        that early for any reason except to call you. 
I enjoy washing my hair with baking soda and vinegar,
putting on my favorite, soft, corduroys,
with the pockets just right, that I discovered in the trash from a former roomate. 
                                                I adore slipping into my awesomely broken in,
                                            five year old camo flats, heading into the kitchen to
munch some slices of double chocolate dumpster cake,
sipping some coffee and adding some freegan
cream and sugar that I borrowed from the Flying  Biscuit.
                                                   Its my other favorite driving to Sunday school
                                              to tell some of my favorite tiny people to love God
                                              above all else, and love your neighbor as yourself,
while expressing ourselves through fingerprint art. 
I am so fond of children and their beauty
like arrows in the hand of a warrior.
                                              I am enchanted by a child response that Valentines Day
                                              is about loving your mom and dad. and Jesus.  and that
                                              we should love everybody and everything all the time.
I appreciate childrens books about all of creation,
rocks, streams, and trees, the earth, praying,
reminding us to be silent and listen,
                                          and the brilliant thought that we shouldnt pray to
                                             change the world, but to change ourselves,
                                               which will then change the world.

I cherish childrens sermons about valentines
and sharing Gods love with those who need
it most, and adult sermons that teach us even
                                             Martin Luther was paralyzed at one point,
                                          and thinking of you, that we can overcome this
                                        paralysis together, and having hope that we will
throw our agendas out the window for
Gods agenda. I am glad to have friends
in Gods house, together keeping pews,
                                                  minds and hearts warm for Him.
                                                  I love leaving church to step out into
                                                  glorious weather to go BE the church.
I smile when I recieve boxes of dumpster delicacies
from a beautiful soul, but really from God himself.
I adore that song that comes on the radio at
                                                      just the perfect second and inspires you
                                                         so strongly that you want to scream!  I
                                                       love knowing the power of our love, that we
are blessed with solely because of His Love.
I cherish shelterless neighbors named Ken and
friendships formed at traffic lights, through cardboard signs,
                                                        dumpster rotissery chickens, watermelons,
                                                        apples, smiles, handshakes, and God.
I love gratitude and appreciation and loving a
stranger because you can and it feels right.
I adore when hope for humanity seeps into every
                                                           atom of me through rays of sun and planning
                                                           recycled art classes for kids.  I cherish apple cider
                                                           abandoned in a dumpster to slurp in the afternoon.

Raymond's in his Sunday best,
He's usually up to his chest in oil an' grease.
There's the Martin's walkin' in,
With that mean little freckle-faced kid,
Who broke a window last week.
Sweet Miss Betty likes to sing off key in the pew behind me.

That's what I love about Sunday:
Sing along as the choir sways;
Every verse of Amazin' Grace,
An' then we shake the Preacher's hand.
Go home, into your blue jeans;
Have some chicken an' some baked beans.
Pick a back yard football team,
Not do much of anything:
That's what I love about Sunday.

I stroll to the end of the drive,
Pick up the Sunday Times, grab my coffee cup.
It looks like Sally an' Ron, finally tied the knot,
Well, it's about time.
It's 35 cents off a ground round,
Baby. cut that coupon out!

That's what I love about Sunday:
Cat-napping on the porch swing;
You curled up next to me,
The smell of jasmine wakes us up.
Take a walk down a back road,
Tackle box and a cane pole;
Carve our names in that white oak,
An' steal a kiss as the sun fades,
That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.

Ooh, new believers gettin' baptized,
Momma's hands raised up high,
Havin' a Hallelujah good time
A smile on everybody's face.
That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.

That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.<3

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