"Spring"
I see that gasket on my desk;
It sits unused, I’ll never test
Its value as a useful piece,
For time’s moved on – its value’s ceased.Lord that’s like us, parts now unused
At end of life – so now we choose
To dump them – move along our road,
Leave off the field where once we hoed –With tools whose edges, honed for use,
Left tasks at hand without excuse –
We rose, faced field with rising sun;
Now here, at sunset, work’s all done.So Lord, help us to let things go;
To, in our quiet evening, know
The peace that comes at harvest time –
Late-summer sounds and smells – so fine.Help us to enter others’ thrill
Of work ahead – for they will till
Our land – Your land – for we’re just here
A spell or two – that’s now so clear.Lord, this is “Perfect present” time;
As she would say – what comes to mind
Is, “What’s our gift, our legacy
To children’s kids whose growth we see?”Perhaps it’s wisdom, storied yarns;
Perhaps his quiet evenings – farms
Of childhood’s memories we hold,
As chill of dusk comes as of old.Lord, give us courage at this time;
A perfect presence – life sublime;
Thanks for today and sunrise fair –
For springtime smells, now in the air.Thanks Lord for this.
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