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Poetry Month: Day 29 (Next to Last Day)

Sacred Saturday

I arrive at the end of the week

fraught with anxious thoughts,

Unsure of where life is headed.

Then comes sacred Saturday when I

cling to my Self.

I take care of my body, my mind, my spirit.

I go to a park or read a book,

No illusion that Sunday will be different,

Just a quiet meditation on what makes me



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