Sunday Nights

Sunday nights were a bit of a muddle. The weekend ends and the window for the week hasn't yet opened wide. I use to cry on Sunday nights as a little child. For years there was a fear of silent endings without a God to hear. Then one day, I realized that all the days were the same inside myself and all the fear disappeared. The church was inside me and there was no where to go...just a place in which to know in...that's me...every day of the week. Goodbye Sunday.