Turning The Day Over To Him

Today is not a good day, indeed.
The uncomfortable aching persists.

Today is good for everyone else.

I watch them from my balcony.

Blowing wind and comfortable sun.
God above, what are you plans for me?

Will you be taking me? Away from
here, away from battlefields and hurting.

Are you leaving me here? Teaching me
again that in trial comes triumph?

Today is Sunday. Big day.
I get to consume and commune You.

I hope it will turn out a good day. 
I think it will. I believe it will.

Sitting in my pew, one of my
favourite places. Listening to
the choir chanting in Latin.
Closing my eyes, feeling the
presence of Blessed Mary.

She comforts me as I clutch
my rosary. Familiar words
that sustain me as they've
sustained so many others.

Today, Lord, I am going to
turn this over to You. It is
Yours to do with as You will.

A better day is coming.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with you.

He is with me, too.