It was a Monday
An afternoon
As life again returns to the week
After a day of rest
And yet a day which is never right
Full of sorrow and gloom
Echoing the mournful cries of Peter Yarrow,
Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel
A day inexplicable
As the world buries a great soul
Tests are returned
And souls are yet uneasy
And then, from across the blue sky
Words of hope, unsolicited
But dearly needed
Arriving just in time
Donum deî, un cadeau de mon ange
A gift of perspective
To lift from one world
To another, connecting
As we each deal with the day
Try our best,
Win or lose or cry,
And seek the blessings of peace
Which are yours to give
And mine to claim—
As-salâmu `alaykum—