I stole a day…
I stole a day this morning
pajama clad and all
sleeping in
me, my Lord, and I
'til jays' loud calling
sent me pointing lens upon the world
with coffee brewing just for one
sending gentle wake up chimes
flowing softly through my veins
I stole a day this afternoon
pajama clad and all
no calendar, clock or phone
chores that called remained undone
reading still and writing more
napping on the sun room chair
‘til little dog who came to play
took me out of doors
that way
(pajama clad and all)
I stole a day this evening
still pajama clad
eating breakfast then dessert
leisure drinks so tall
pages filled with letters
truth and tears
smiling at baby doves
momma warming feathers nearby
I stole a night tonight
prayers adoring, begging,
wrestling, resting
reading read
ready for bed
content beyond all measure
pajama clad and all
Patricia Spreng
When was the last time you stayed in your pajamas all day… and you were not sick at all?
