Tuesday, February 28, 2017

gratitude

the dirt
under my nails is no reflection
on
godliness.
the paint,
the debris, the spotted
shirts
and dungarees.
the dust in my hair.
all
just signs of a long
day,
a long day
where work is akin
to being
on one's knees
whispering gratitude
in prayer.

1 comment:

Di said...

That said --I love this simple poem.
let it shine.