Monday, February 8, 2016
A Man's Work
At the end of the day
At the end of a life
When the heavy lifting
Of providing
Is done
The real work remains
Beneath the clutter
Of complaint
Insult
And sting of being
Overlooked targeted misunderstood
You see it is not
About deserving or fair or redemption
You give up licking old wounds
You no longer wait to be saved
But begin the work of resurrecting yourself
You sharpen your gaze
And do not look away
You want your soul
More than fame or love or comfort
You remember the assignment given at birth
Your work is to desire that which endures
To step forward
With every tool
You have crafted from the stones
Of your questions
To meet the fear
Unlock the gate
The obstacle blocking you from
Your joy
Your grief
The thrill of your
Divine inheritance
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Beautiful! Don't forget to hold your loneliness in the palm of your solitude ;) works for me every time
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ReplyDeleteErec, you have had amazing teachers for how to be a man. That’s obvious. Megan’s father, Rev. Schrag one of the most important. Rev. Schrag also was blessed with the sons-in-law he gained. A mutual admiration society. May Meggie’s Mom always feel comforted by the loving presence of her beloved. ❤️
ReplyDeleteWell said; touching, Erec!
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