My
lawn lies short in serried row, its edges neat and trim
The
desperate weed denied its head, the shrub its errant stem
Across
the green my garden strains to kiss the morning sky
With
fruit-filled branch and dew-specked leaf it seeks the sun's reply
Then,
satisfied, I view my yard
Recalling
what had been
And
yet my work remains undone
For
all will grow again
My
kitchen sink is empty now, the counters bare and clean
The
trail of tile between the rooms is boastful of its sheen
The
carpet, with its Berber wings that stretch from wall to wall
Is
gleaned of crumb and dirt and thread and ready for my sprawl
Then,
satisfied, I view my home,
Delighting
in the peace
And
yet my work remains undone
For
chaos cannot cease
My
carriage sports a crystal coat of rich carnauba wax
The
elbow grease that placed it there restores the pride it lacks
And
such a fine conveyance needs a fitting place to dwell
And
so I set to cleaning out my carriage house as well
Then,
satisfied, I view my car,
Approving
the display
And
yet my work remains undone
For
polish fades away
It
seems, at times, a pointless task to weed and rake and mow
To
sweep and vacuum, wash and dry to make the carriage glow
It
seems that once a chore is done then done it ought to stay!
...and
yet... how dull my life would be if all I did was play
Then,
pondering, I catch a glint of providential plan
How
empty every day would be were I an idle man
If
once a job was done and done and never came again
Then
what would keep my idle hands from tinkering with sin?
If
every job stayed done and done,if no task needed me
Then
what would be the point of life? What
purpose would there be?
The
task that makes demands of me in repetitious rhyme
Is
meant to mold my character and not to waste my time
Then,
satisfied, I view my life,
Surprising
me because
As
yet my work remains undone
And
I thank God it does
Daniel
W. Shegrud,
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