Sunday Morning by Mary Kendall

Rijksmuseum out the Window, photo by Mary Kendall.

Sunday Morning
 
Hymns unsung, prayers unsaid,                                                
I sat by the window and prayed                                    
for forgiveness one more time;                                                                         
one more time I begged.                                                             
 
Holding the cup of coffee in my hand,                                    
I hoped the warmth would fill me                                      
where your words had left me cold, 
but I knew nothing could do that--
fire can burn for hours and be unfelt.                                                           
 
Hymns unsung, prayers unsaid,                                                
I lay down on the empty bed, pulling                                    
the blanket across my cheek, turning                                      
from the window, from the sky                                                  
and the sun, praying                                                             
for some rest.   

Mary Kendall
  
Mary Kendall lives in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. Her current work and publications can be found on her writing blog, A Poet in Time (www.apoetintime.com). She is the author of a chapbook, Erasing the Doubt (2015) and co-author of A Giving Garden (2009).