Daily poem

Monday Moanings

Lord, nothing moves me right now.

I’m tired of doing the same old things,

even if they are usually enjoyable activities.

I hear the clock ticking down the hallway

as I write this poem.
And all that I can think right now
is that noting moves me.

Even what’s truly exciting

doesn’t stir anything in me.
Because I know I’m going to do
the same old things today.
Alone.

But I know You are with me.

I know that You love me.

So I invite you in

to put music
and color
in my soul.

May Your Holy Spirit move me.