That Kind of Day

It’s that kind of day, O God,
when your kid tells you
that she didn’t eat breakfast
after milling around the house for 20 minutes.

It’s that kind of day, O God,
when you give way your last dollar
and you are met at the car window
by another face in need.

It’s that kind of day, O God,
when meetings run late
and time is sucked up like a
giant vacuum into nothingness.

It’s that kind of day, O God,
when two rats scurry in front of you
during a morning walk with the dog.

It’s that kind of day, O God.
Amen.

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