PSALM OF MONDAY MORNING

PSALM OF MONDAY MORNING

We don't know where we're going, what is the way:

most people need some guidance - couldn't life be better?

I want to continue my journey:

another place might be bliss, another lane easier.

The sun could be on my back along the route:

there's the open hills and the moor,

but where shall I find the direction I need:

the path I'm treading now isn't quite so simple!

City streets are paved with frustrations:

my footsteps drag on failures,

there must be a greener way or a faster road:

if only it were tomorrow, a better day.

For the world is so big and I'm so small:

as the sea is so wide and my boat is so narrow.

No-one's entirely satisfied with their place in life:

it isn't just me that hates Monday mornings,

but you compel me, I can do no other:

you are beside me, no need to complain;

you call me and you stand beside me:

if this is where you want me, I'll do my best endeavour.