It’s always a good sign to, at day’s end,
When crawling into bed, be satisfied
With all the work my hands have done in it.
What’s not so good is when that phrase “day’s end”
Has come to mean some hours after midnight,
Hours later than I thought it was.
Lord, grant me courage, strength, to do my work
In daylight hours, few though they may be,
Then, day complete, commit to you my rest.
I began this poem some weeks ago. At the time I had thought it would turn out as just another “verse paragraph” of medium length, as most of my poems are these days, but the cohesiveness and meter of the opening sentence caught my attention and directed me to the idea of stanzas. It rattled around in my brain for some time until I finished it this week.
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- “I worked in vain” (shinecycle.wordpress.com)