I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze…
I blundered lonely as a clown
That floats a pie with thrills and spills
When all at once I saw the crowd
And boast with comic pratfalls
Onto the rake: the crowd yippees
Muttering and prancing as I reel…
Here is a pome what I have writ… it will also appear in the ‘pomes’ section of this blog in due course. (Bearing in mind that some people have to work at weekends, this pome is transferrable to other days off).
Weekends are Designed for strengthening us when we feel weakened:
Rest, recreation, relaxation and re-creation are needed at the end
of a busy week – whether it’s on our own or with family or friends.
Time spent away from work, toil, stress and strain help us mend
our busy lives and enable our sense of well-being to be deepened.
The Designer designed us that way so that we bookend
business and busyness with refreshment and intentionally send
the message that days off are essential, not just a trend.
Be blessed, be a blessing
A friend once described the austere nature of Sundays in his household. It was a day of rest and frivolous activity was forbidden: “We would even take the swing out of the budgie’s cage in case he enjoyed himself!”