Work Day
You know them --
those ideas that, like uninvited guests,
barge through the soul's door,
grab a beer from the fridge,
settle into the
worn easy chair,
and meet your incredulity with swig and cocked eyebrow.
Don't expect them to
budge from that place of deepest integrity.
You'll spend your entire life spiraling
toward and away, toward and away;
fish and houseguests --
and so you are continually called back
to tend to that which you thought you'd left at the curb.
The one that has overstayed its welcome here
urges me toward work that is real,
work that builds side by side with sweat and lemonade
a community of memory.
This morning my whole being bent toward it like
a sunflower seeking the light;
for a moment, I basked in the center.
Sermon: Work and Rest: The Rhythm of Our Lives
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