10-3-16 Days and Days

 •Days and days• 

Why do we count our days like bobby pins?

Knowing we have so many and can use them at our leisure

The next time you go to use one they're all gone 

Lost under your bed and in your backpack 

In between couches and stuck behind shelves 

Why do we watch the sunset like it's always been 7:00 

Colors of red and orange lighting up the outline of the ocean 

But never burning 

Sitting on a dock and breathing in the salty air and watching the ducks pass you by as you throw bits of bread into the shimmering water 

Every scurrying duck trying to snatch a bite 

Why do we always live our lives in an agenda?

Talking to Wednesday and Thursday like you'll see them soon 

Asking Tuesday how it's been 

Running away from Monday and Sunday

Dancing with Saturday 

Loving each one different 

But a day is an opportunity 

Treat Monday like a close friend 

And Tuesday like a brother 

Wednesday and Thursday like baby sisters 

Saturday and Sunday like parents

Loving each day like it was meant for you, and it was 

They always will be 

Why do we treat other people like bad weather 

Like we always need to avoid them at all costs 

Never even considering to bring an umbrella 

Staying indoors 

Just watching 

God gave us 7:00 for sunsets 

God gave us weekdays and weekends to spread his word 

God gave us people to converse with 

To share with 

To love with 

Inspire and create together 

We underestimate the power of unity 

So many hands, so many minds 

Think of what we could build

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