A Day That Doesn’t End

A day that doesn’t end feels like 24 hours for each minute that ticks off the clock.
A day that doesn’t end feels like a mile for each step that is taken.
A day that doesn’t end feels like a stone for every pound carried.

An unending day is the day of unending weight.  Unbearable it seems in the moment and the moments stretch beyond belief.  Sensitivities are stretched and patience wears thin.  Confusion and clarity are at war and so are strength and despair.

An unending day may be sitting by the phone, waiting for the test results.
An unending day may be sitting in a courtroom, waiting for the judge and jury.
An unending day may be sitting in a nursing home, waiting to be seen and touched.

An unending day is the day of unending need.  Unbearable it seems in the moment and the moments stretch faith into wispy whispers of rote and memory.  Facts are challenged and motives are misconstrued.

An unending day may be sitting in front of an open and burning cooker to stay warm.
An unending day may be sitting at the storefront to catch the coins tossed at you.
An unending day may be sitting by the strong body and locked mind of dementia.

A day that doesn’t end will be the day we walk into Heaven’s Eternity.
A day that doesn’t end will be the day we run down streets of gold.
A day that doesn’t end will be the day we see Love face to face.

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2 thoughts on “A Day That Doesn’t End

  1. Life happens and sometimes peace flows like a river. Sometimes peace is something we have to pursue. Thanks for your kindness and attention, Shalilah. Now that the move is over and there are less boxes stacked throughout the home, perhaps I can return to blogging. 🙂

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