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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Week(s) (02/10/11)

TITLE: Seven Days Hath A Week
By Marlene Bonney


Seven days hath a week,
A week hath seven days;
How I spend each of them
Can often be a maze.

Schedules here, schedules there,
Reminders all around;
Written lists, mental notes
Around me do abound.

MONDAY’s first in my week,
My thoughts are sharp and fresh;
What I do with this day,
A tone sets for the rest.

Attitude is the key
To strengthen my resolve;
Valuing each hour,
Before it all dissolves.

Is my work honoring,
Delivered faithfully?
Does it lend everyone
The grace God’s given me?

After work, I go home
To see my family;
Am I kind, here as well,
Performing patiently?

MOON DAY’s end I proclaim
Successful and complete.
All in all, it is well;
Sweet dreams are my receipt.

TUESDAY dawns with a storm,
And all is gray and dark;
Smiles are gone, all wear frowns,
Exchanging snide remarks.

Moods are bad, tempers flare,
Impatience is the theme;
Feelings raw, they announce,
“'Tis only about ME”!

Things go wrong, nothing’s right,
Complaints are all the rage;
Moods explode and implode,
Destroying patronage.

Home again after work,
I’m negative and stern.
Night-time prayers, guilty pleas,
Forgiveness is affirmed.

Midnight comes, MARS DAY ends
A chapter in my life.
I regret, at its close,
The ones I hurt with strife.

WEDNESDAY comes, bright and clear;
I have another chance:
Righting wrongs, singing songs,
I take a different stance.

Praying now for each one,
I bring them peace and joy.
Bending over backwards
Becomes a better ploy.

Caring for those I know,
Acknowledging their needs;
Ready now to absolve,
My rights I now concede.

Back at home, I can breathe
The same to those I love;
Making peace, praying strong
For strength that’s from above.

MERCURY, at its end,
Shouts out its history:
Day is done, God has won
Through me, a victory!

THURSDAY’s here, my day off,
But not for rest or sleep;
Laundry first, cleaning next,
As under beds I sweep.

Shopping then, is a must,
Our cupboards almost bare;
Aisles crowded, lines are long,
While patrons barter glares.

Four more stops I must make
Before returning back;
Time runs out, errands cease;
My car is full of sacks.

Dinner meal I prepare
And then sit down for grace.
Sharing news, laughter, too:
A family enlaced.

JUPITER closes now,
My busiest so far;
Overspent, I am weak,
And crawl to my boudoir.

Clocks ringing, FRIDAY wakes;
Another day comes forth.
Rested now, I can face
Challenges galore!

In a rush, I must go,
But unexpected switch:
Outfit ripped—can’t repair—
Another wretched hitch.

Quickly now, I depart,
A muffin in my hand;
Going down on the road,
I almost hit a van!

Traffic stops, I’m a mess
And catch my breath in fear;
Bending down, I retrieve
My purse, in second gear!

Crises push through the day,
Until VENUS waves a flag:
It concedes, I give in
As off to bed I drag.

SATURDAY comes to roost,
My sleep is fading fast;
School is closed, kids are home
Their Dad is mowing grass.

Coffee scents recompense
As I crawl out of bed;
Shower cold and some toast
All work to clear my head.

T.V. blares, cell phones ring
As Sis with Brother fights.
I get out baking sheets
For favorite delights.

Afternoon picnic-ers
Soon gather at the park;
We bring in barbecue
And stay ‘til after dark.

Fireworks end the day
With colorful bright lights;
SATURN ebbs, midnight comes,
We all now say “Good-night”.

Sabbath day now appears,
Creation sings its hymns;
Church bells ring while I sing
Duets with cherubim.

Fellowship, as we meet
Together at the church;
Singing psalms, worshiping;
Our heart for sin we search.

Kneeling down, humble prayers
Are lifted up to heaven;
Burdens lift, power shifts,
As our hearts God leavens.

Valuing family,
We share our SUNDAY meal;
Playing games, napping some,
‘Til evening shadows keel.

SUNDAY ends Sabbath rest,
Reviving for tomorrows;
SON-DAY, known as SUNDAY,
Releases all our sorrows.

Seven days hath a week,
A week hath seven days;
Six of them for all men
To live and work and play.

Seventh day is for God,
As we obey His Word;
Honoring, savoring
Each day as it recurs.


Luna (English: Moon)

Mars (Mars)

Mercurius (Mercury)

Iuppiter (Jupiter)

Venus (Venus)

Saturnus (Saturn)

Sōl (Sun)

From Internet WIKIPEDIA

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Joanne Sher 02/20/11
I certainly lived through your week with you. Loved the line about singing duets with cherubim. Nice.
Laury Hubrich 02/22/11
Isn't it crazy how each day can be so different than the next? Very nice poem.