
A day to pause, I need, if one day
Shall be when dawn does break on Sunday
It matters not if calm or dreary
If worn out I will still wake clearly
With sense of purpose, but to be prone
Exist in aimlessness alone
The curtains do not need be flung
I needn’t exercise my tongue
In fact I do not dare to move
Lay ever still in bod-warmed groove
Gently pull up to my chin
The coverlet, and settle in
Drown out the noise of restless house
And hope that no one seeks to rouse
Allow me rest and restoration
Imperative re-calibration
So I have energy to face
And tackle tasks at lively pace
The other days that make the week
Will find me working at my peak
I do not think it sacrosanct
But give me peace this day I’ll thank
Those who have deemed this day of rest
And bask in what this day does best…
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