Afraid to Know how Things are Going

So, how are things going?
Is any progress being made?
Is your heart growing warmer?
Of your answer I'm afraid . . .
Afraid to ask and find the answer
Afraid you will break my heart
Afraid you'll say you want to go
To have a brand new start
So instead of asking questions
About any progress being made
I'll keep my questions to myself
But will continue to be afraid
To ask the simple question
So, how are things going?

"Monday, Monday . . ."

I find myself wanting to sing along
With a song sung so long ago
"Monday, Monday," so goes the song
As my heart swings to and fro
The Mama's and the Papa's were never remiss
As they sang about those times
Singing of sweet love won
And sometimes lost
All in romantic rhyme
And so here I am on Monday eve
While my mind is in days of yore
Pondering and remembering
Our first kiss and youthful bliss
Yes, pondering and remembering the past
Not knowing what exactly to believe
Just praying that I can last
Hoping that I can pass whatever the test
Regaining ground that has been lost
Trying with my every strength to do my very best
Hoping and praying I can pay the cost
Praying and hoping to regain and win
Your love that has long since died
Hoping and praying your heart will open
Before all my tears have dried
So here I am on Monday eve
With "Monday, Monday" droning in my ears
While hopes of sweet love regained and won
A love that will someday quiet all my fears
And so here I wait at love's gate
For a fate that only you control
While the Mama's and the Papa's sing songs of love
Touching my very soul

On His Quiet Day of Rest

A quiet Sunday evening
After a quiet Day of Rest
A quiet day of pondering
A day for a napping fest
A time to think and ponder
A wonderful lazy day
A time to let thoughts wander
A time and day to pray
So on this quiet day of rest
I put the Spirit to the test
I napped and prayed
Then I prayed some more
God blessing me
Talking to my mind
Granting my troubled spirit
A quiet day of rest
On His Day of Rest . . .