When Sunday comes, along with it is the uncertainties it may bring.
Who knows whether the rain falls or the birds would chirp and sing.
The leaves may wither and wilt,
or the flowers may bloom the way they were built.
When Sunday comes, along with it is the fear of the unknown.
Whatever we do, the butterflies never seem to leave us alone.
Not knowing whether we can open our eyes to see sunshine’s ray,
or forever be trapped in the dark, never to see the light of day.
When Sunday comes, along with it is the lessons and regrets of the past.
The trivial moments we never thought would last.
The stubborn memories trudging in the mind,
the good and the bad being played on rewind.
When Sunday comes, along with it is also the hope of a new beginning.
Storms may knock us down, but life goes on for the living.
So leave your worries behind, for Sunday will worry on its own.
Whatever tomorrow brings, just know that we don’t have to face it alone.