And lying again in bed all tucked up to sleep, the stuff that is mine starts craning its head.
Work and home and fitting the two.
An appointment today dependent on that.
An agenda of key points relying on this.
A loved one invited dependent on work.
A home improvement found to be not.
A contractor who isn’t a summons to write.
A partner asleep and needing to be.
A dawn arising.
Another day and.
An hour ago I was awe-full of wonder. Now my head full all clashing-asunder.
Is this how religion got off the ground? Man attempting to verbalise wonder? Man attempting to recreate thunder?
Man believing to extract and keep safe god? One packed and unpacked to suit my agenda. One that fits nicely in fitting me all in.
My work, my home, my life, my god. Work-life balance including some church. Work-life balance within my control. Work-life-god fits like a glove. Work-life-god not leaving much time for what I love.
My brain filters dawning.
Time for a coffee and get the day started.
The day beat me to it and lit the grey sky.
An hour ago I was awe-full of wonder.
Now my head full all clashing-asunder.
We must do this again.