Middle of the night acquiescing

Wake up, whispers the Lord
begrudgingly, I do
Get out of bed, whispers the Lord
to this, I resist
until after the fifth time, I groan and acquiesce,
pull back the shades
and see the full moon stunningly waiting –

© Meisaan Chan

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