Saturday, April 30, 2011
This is a repeat from last year. Because it is the last day of the month, the last day of the poetry challenge; because I worked a 9 hour day and am fending off an evil bacteria that seems to be attacking my sinuses; because it is a Saturday night and I must give up the ghost and head for the hay; because my poetry nickel is spent...I present a poem some missed in last year's posting. Thanks for reading.
Your hands with all their sadness,
Cradled in your lap,
Have long toiled honestly your entire life;
It’s time to rest then.
You pushed with mighty strength,
Expelled from your body
An entire human being with an uncontrolled destiny;
So you can rest then.
Your legs pumped with relentless vigor,
Drawn from unknown depths
And the victory is yours now;
You can rest then.
Your heart sang like the thrush,
A sacred melody of love until your very bones
Ached with joy;
It’s your turn to rest then.
You fought the unknown enemy
In darkness seared with only blinding light.
Weariness takes you in its arms
And you can rest then.
And found the resources to give more.
You never relented and encouraged others to go on
Take time to rest then.