For Monday

Even God rested on the
Seventh day and I am
Weary, weary, even my
Bones cry out for me
Not to use them today
But to sit here and do
Nothing, for my
Energy is done and
Gone and my
Heart is low - the fire burns
Slowly today, is damp-
Wooded and I need a
Stay on the use of
Resources in order to
Recoup and regather and
Throw more fuel on the fire
To make it burn the hotter
And brighter
Tomorrow.

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