On Mondays and Tuesdays

On Monday.

Following Easter.

Somehow the awe of Sunday disappearing.

Into the routine.
The immediate grabbing attention.

But, in the midst of this, a Monday.
Sunday transcribed.
Not just a story; this awe we celebrated.

But Grace.

This story on Sunday and Monday.
And everyday.

Grace.

The awe of Sunday meeting the imperfection of Monday.