Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I'd wake & hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he'd call,
and slowly I would rise & dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere & lonely offices?
That sounds like my old man.
Five Favorite Songs of the Day
Sunken Treasure-Wilco, Being There
Shine a Light-Alejandro Escovedo (song by the Rolling Stones)
Sway-Alejandro Escovedo (song by the Rolling Stones)
Just a Closer Walk With Thee-from "When the Levee's Broke"
Rock of Ages-Bob Dylan, Santa Cruz 2000
One of my favorite performers singing one of my favorite hymns. What more could you ask for?
Happy Sunday, friends!
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