Work


It may take faith and work, as it takes two
to love, for forever to bloom in hearts;
but I live to praise in work the way to prove
that faith is sure to grow and knit small parts
of our anatomies and souls into one
healthy whole that shines as novas and plays
through rain or sleet, hail or snow, wind and sun;
in work I find wings to fly through each day’s
light or darkness, warm winds, or storm wrought
changes. If I have hands and mind to use
to make strong rooms with wood and nails of thought,
I build hope and never all in losses lose.
       To fools who chew on ease as meat of heaven,
       I serve: work is play, ambrosia given.




John Kryder


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