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.
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
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That said --I love this simple poem.
let it shine.
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