Woman's Plight

Every other day...
The sun shouts hosanna and the flowers dance to the melody of the wind.
Praises slide from my tongue like rain from a roof.
My husband is clad in steel armor covering a heart of gold.
The bible opens with life pouring out of it- i cup my hands and drink it in.
My heart is full with ambition, vision and purpose.
I see my life in full color and beauty, perfectly cropped and framed.
I feel loved and adored and I'm the happiest girl in the world.
But that day is tomorrow.

Today...
I dig for flower bulbs and find worms.
The sun hides from the earth and the trees cower in the rain.
I hang the laundry out and it pours.
I say "I'm sorry" in place of "I love you."
A smile hurts and "thank you" sounds empty.
The bible opens and tears blur the words.
My heart is still full but needs a decluttering.

So Lord, fill up the "thank you's" and heal the smiles. Erase the reasons for the sorry and multiply the "I love you's!" Its alright if the laundry gets showered but let the sun smile afterwards. Give sight to my blind eyes to see and believe. Touch my deaf ears so they might hear and understand. Purify and soften my heart that it may be touched by the things you are touched by. Let me feel the things that you feel and see the fullness that you see. The lessons and the cares of today are different then yesterday and tomorrow but let me thrive and learn from both. Thanks. Lala Salama.
 your Eden