The Eighth Day: About-face
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Monday
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Thursday
Friday
Saturday
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Sinday
What happens on the eighth day?
I decided to call it Sinday
And on Sinday, most sins have been washed clean,
so almost everybody is starting new
It’s going full circle, standing behind oneself, doing an about face,
and then, stepping forward
Walking away from past sins,
Striding onto a platform; a step up with a new perspective
A higher plane of existence where:
Love is pure
Families are whole
Couple stay together
Nobody cheats on their spouse or significant other
Families live in one place
Surrounded by friends, and a community blessed with God’s grace
Children are not bullied, because being unique is now an acceptable state
The streets are all safe because illegal drugs and sex traffic have been
eradicated from the earth’s face
People chase passion, in lieu of financial wealth, and
Everybody has clean water to quench their thirst while
maintaining good health
Whole food is available to sustain a healthy life
And chemicals no longer pollute the human race
All have a shelter to reside,
A tent, a cabin, or a little R.V.
After all, it’s just a place to be
Joy and laughter happen daily,
it’s something we all most definitely need
To live a life – feeling complete
On the eighth day:
People don’t think twice to share friendly advice;
It would make more sense, than rolling the dice
A neighbor lends a hand when one needs help
And the neighbor expects, absolutely nothing back
It becomes the way; the world expects each person to be
To not be so rushed, that you can’t take notice
When you find someone, who seems to be all alone
Isolated, abandoned, and standing on their own
This would be a state of existence, completely unknown
On the eighth day of the week:
Instead of twelve notes to an octave, we move to thirteen
Simply because odd things feel better to me
Then, everybody dances to Jive music
And instead of a four-step, we now dance five
Rather than uttering a kind word, we all get to speak the truth
Because that might help, inspire our youth
All news programs only share the good news,
because words and thoughts are infectious
And positive is a virus, that needs to be spread
An afternoon siesta is required, but you don’t have to sleep
Instead, you can gather with a group of your favorite peeps
All lives would matter, color would never be mentioned
Because what lies within, would be more important than one’s skin
It safe to eat the cookie dough, because raw eggs won’t make you sick
and licking the icing off the cupcake is never a mistake
Ice Cream for dinner is never a sin
Especially on a holiday – it feels like a win
Playing in the rain is a required activity,
Getting soaked right down to the bone
Then stomping in the mud puddles;
I promise it’s fun!
On the Eighth Day:
People would rarely get sick; humans would be virtually disease free
So, healthcare would primarily be preventative and available for all in need
We would all live full lives, right into triple digits,
surrounded by our loved ones and enjoying the fruit of our seed
The elderly would live with family, when unable to be alone,
It will now be unheard of to shut them away in an old folks’ home
Because the wisdom they have gained will be deemed of great value
and they will be treated as individuals with high esteem
Time travel now possible, so we all can look back.
Because, in time, we must all eventually face our past.
Then, once we go back, we can bring our loved ones forward.
So, they can live a healthy life, without facing an ugly death.
Having enjoyed a full life with very little strife,
All pass with great peace and at every single wake,
Instead of many tears, we honor a great journey with celebratory Cheers!
On the Eighth Day:
Floating around the lake on a Contiki is an annual retreat.
And drinking way too much is expected that week.
The hangover is followed by a nap in a hammock,
where your friends snap a picture of you drooling
then laugh and poke fun.
A lobster feast is had, where everyone joins in,
and the person who eats an entire blueberry pie
is the one who ultimately wins.
Indigestion is the prize, but the winner doesn’t care,
because he never intended to rise with the sun.
The first on the water will see the early rays,
they break the perfect glass and send a wave back.
The ripples on the lake, are never a mistake,
they start the day out, on a glorious note.
The paddle board rides, across the water it glides,
freedom from land, where ones still able to stand.
The one you love almost always loves you back,
But when they don’t, the very next love always does.
That way a heart, can be broken only once,
just to remind us to cherish what we’ve got.
The universal lies that closed so many eyes,
Will soon be uncovered, so all will discover
the blessing of how Christ can Rise,
even when the world seems to be in a state of demise.
Men and women now finally on equal footing,
precisely the way God planned it when the world was created.
Water photo by Samara Doole on Unsplash
Food photo by Brooke Lark on Unsplash
Dancing Photo by Ardian Lumi on Unsplash
Lobster Photo by David Todd McCarty on Unsplash
Blueberry Pie Photo by Debby Hudson on Unsplash
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