The sabbath starts, the week ends,

I didn’t reach heaven but I feel holy.

In my own grace, I wonder

how long it will take to get there again

and will I ever.

I ruined today by starting it,

yet the sky opens, splits the yolk,

I let it baptise me in strengths

I did not know I needed

or existed.

Lilac bleeds through the trees,

I push apart the roses with

my eyes closed.

The week begins,

and I know I am close

again.