God bless days off

God bless days off
With no one to call back but
Oyster catchers and herring gulls

Nothing to pick up but messages left in the landscape
(how sometimes life is like a thousand shades you could never begin to describe. And sometimes life is simply blue sky, green grass and white waves)

No one to get in touch with but myself again

No deliveries to pick up but what the waves leave at my feet- (periwinkles, cowry shells, pieces of coloured glass like precious stones, willow-pattern china)

No details to get lost in but the business of a rock pool

Nothing to follow up but the path of a shore crab

Nothing to file but ideas for poems

Nothing to note but the taste and texture and salty, sharp smell of the day

God bless days off and time to retreat into

Time to discover new energy to take back into work

To serve God more fully