By Mark Caldwell-Reiss

I.

Like a faithful morning sun

our sabbath will arrive.

We cannot make it happen

even our loving doesn’t make it thrive.

II.

Our sabbath will arrive.

It just is.

Yet we try to make it, and, so we strive.

The day is God’s doing, it’s goodness all is His.

“Sabbath just is so,”

the mockingbird sings,

“do ra me fa so.”

Like festal notes she sings.

III.

The mockingbird sings,

a new repertoire every twenty seconds.

Oh, these festal notes she sings.

Like sabbath, with or without me she resounds.

IV

.A new repertoire every twenty seconds.

We do not make it.

With or without me it all resounds!

Like faithful morning sun, so be it.