Supplication, then song

The itch to play runs under the skin, and I realise that it's the discipline that defies sleep, unlike the others. Gethsemane showed how prayer could be at the whim of our weariness, and writing seems subject to the throes of relative energy and exhaustion.

But the movement and the melody. Training and playing guitar, have such an effect upon the body and the mind that it could be midday for all I care, despite the toil and woe of the day.

I need to be more savvy about this, particularly concerning prayer. It has become a fool's errand to leave it til last, despite every good intention. I look back at my notes from months ago and of course, I've intended this. Begin with supplication. End with song. Reverence that comes before revelry.

How could it be otherwise?