What Way?
Lord, what way is there that I can meet the changing needs of mom
Now that our lives move on into the life that lies ahead?
I see it not – though even as I write I hear the words –
‘Eight hours a day’, ‘press on’, ‘it will emerge –
For anything will be if you will do your part
With steady push to clean up mess, with art.Okay, O Lord, and so I press on more this day
To pictures take, and print, and finish up the task that's mine;
Here in the folds of this strange world,
Perhaps not to forever
But for now at least –
Press on I will – with thanks.navigation