Work

October 1, 2014

Work

Work is that thing

That delights a heart

At days’ end.

When one looks back and sees

A clean-swept garage, all neat and

Organized,

Or the fresh, soft dirt in demure,

Little rows covering tiny seeds,

Or empty tables after

A successful yard sale.

Work is being dog-tired

With a clean house and

Laundry done,

Or dragging in after

Clearing brush and

Cutting trees.

And that smile work gives!

Ah! the feeling!

Of honest work done to

The best of my ability

That shoots a smile of

Happiness,

An invisible message

To those you love

Who know work,

And send back

An equal reply.

Praise

June 10, 2012

Praise

The little rain

Makes a sound

As it joins together

And comes from the heavens.

It is the applause

Heard across a vast auditorium.

But much grander,

It is the sound

Of creation,

Clapping its hands

In praise

To our Great God.

The background splash cymbal

Sounds for effect.

The droplets

From off the roof

Play an intricate tattoo

On the inverted bucket below.

The clapping sinks

And swells,

As wave upon wave

Of memories

Of the greatness of

Our good God

Come to mind.

Our God has brought again the rain!