Work Prayer

Father of every good gift
My thanks for the bounty
You have brought to my life
For the obvious list ending
Family, son, wife.
For the skills I find within
Though the tools now lie 
Neglected – gardens, makings,
Marking down. I see all
Around people of worthy
Accomplishment, achievement
Making my half-conceived schemes
Appear childish and trite.
I thank You for the wasted time
With a golden boy, fishing (but
So little). Thank You for the
Sunflowers and the soil to plant them
Always digging, always digging, it seems.
I thank you for the cost of all these things
Giving them worth, lost mountains
Humanitarian trips, fretwork dollhouses. 
Forgive me if I have wandered too far from
Your task and Your assignment
I thank You for a free life (as much as lies
Within us) and pray to bring some good
Into the world for Your glory.

Author: Duncan MacNae

Exiled Gael, scion of the Dust Bowl, dweller within Divine Grace, admirer of mountains, I have made my peace with trout and the starlings. Looking for a river and healing trees. duncanmacduncan5@gmail.com View all posts by Duncan MacNae