12 January 2007

feels like 23

So when the weatherman says,
“Tomorrow morning will be 30 degrees,
but it should feel like 23 with the wind.”
And the thermometer beeps on 101.2

I murmur out a promise I know I can’t keep,
“If you get up now and make it through the day,
I promise I’ll sleep all weekend.”
I chuckle. I cough. I groan.

When the alarm starts to blare,
I turn in the sheets and wonder.
I wonder a hundred excuses and a thousand whys.
Then it makes sense,
“You’re in it now.”
And I saunter off to work.

ps
II Corinthians 12:9-10

1 comment:

oxfordian dreamer said...

Thanks for the ps...That is so true and encouraging! It helps keep everything in perspective. :)
Hopefully you're feeling better now, but if not, drink some Green Machine; it's a little pricey but can really help.
Even on a well day, I so relate to the pain of getting up, for lately I've hit the snooze about 5 times every morning (not a healthy habit).