Spiritual Self-Discipline [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

A long day of rain, its perfect for survival but
fatal for fun - tho' a beautiful idea making the
world glow with fantastical growth it turns me
into an in-front-of-TV couch potato bored with
reruns of old movies; & thus I'm deceased in
the head - eating has been made irresistible,
- home-baked bread to go with home-made
soup, the sun only broke through the clouds
to say a gilded goodbye, now it's only I with
shows of criminals & A Thousand Ways

To Die as my beloved watches sports with a
fixed eye - Sunday, and once again the sun
sparkled a glistening greeting - to disappear
and leave us a promising soft grey hinting of
more rain; my energy rose with the sun then
plummeted with the grey skies - the idea of
rain is delightful but the experience is very
depressing, therefore wisdom is required to
appreciate the muted garden knowing that
it's the only way to keep the world alive

& since wisdom is my quest, I'll do my best
to learn spiritual self-discipline, look behind
the illusions to see love & enjoyment within
every manifestation and appearance