sunday afternoon

sunday afternoon sun peeking through mostly closed blinds

ceiling fans purr white noise -- 

the only sound in the house

church clothes kicked off in corners

stomachs full of bread and cheese and meat; 

hearts full of laughter around the table

unfolded laundry waiting in the dryer; 

unfinished chores can wait

  

tangled arms and sprawled legs and 

winding lines stretched out like a very long river

this is the glory of sunday afternoon,

and what we like to call the

Nazarene Nap

 find an unmade bed, 

a made-for-tv movie and a cushy couch, 

or a stretch of carpet and relax. 

you've earned it.