I walk through worlds, its hard labor, regard neighbors as trash cans
and then scan the high sands and jam cams in wide spans
they stop and I stop, I drop and they drop
the yard locks and the chords knock until decomposed props
that cycle is 7 oceans, known explosions or tones spoken
but we know the souls broken and concepts from roads stolen
we change motions and guard secrets, repeated in one sequence
deleted by mind seekers or completed by blind tweakers, I run sessions
that stun reverends, the un-blessing is denied weapons, tanks foul
they come septic or some skeptics return blemished, to see sunshine
some sons shine blind, or run behind tides that divide or torn lives
that tie binds, come sign names with blunt lines or retort with bored minds
I hear scores of swords grind, detoured Fords in wars climbed
to pinnacles that Thor mined with hammers that ignored time
sore defined, lords divine, of course I'm intact with graphs of new math
that prove lust is the new fad and child support the new dad, a cruel cast
of nations, powered by lost matrons, Lucifer lost satan, but used patience
and cable stations to usher in sedation, everybody loves Raymond and sit
calm in admiration
I wince in suspense and reminisce as time twists, we resist the sun's blitz
and delight in third shift...
Of course it felt like Monday. The chaos that normally ensues when you hit the jobsite was obvious today. Things were not going well. Things were late…jobs were not being done properly, but I pressed on as the minutes turned into hours. The stress of the morning was oppressive. The stress of the afternoon was even more stifling. But count it all joy. Normally the end of the week is smooth sailing. But normal is a cruel friend that only seems to show up when you don’t need him. I had to take a moment to just breathe and relax. In that moment God gave me a reminder – this job, this life, your assets are His gifts. God has allowed me to be in this position during this season and He is controlling this job. He gave it to me and in His wisdom He can take it away. It’s easy to stress or become frustrated over things that you think you control. But when you realize that you are where you are not because of your intelligence or hardwork or strength or resolve, then the picture becomes...
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