My Work

I watch
a raven land on our garden wall, survey our yard
And fly away.

I sweep
the dusting of fallen snow from our door
As new snow falls.

I pile
Rocks up around our garden to hold the soil
That weeds will invade.

I plant
Trees, shrubs, flowers, herbs, and vegetables
And then water them faithfully.

I weed
Those invading wildflowers society condemns
That God gave so successful traits.

I build
Tables and benches, dulcimers and strummers
From small scraps of wood.

I write
Cobbled words together to make poems
And then hide them from the world.

I love
My family, but cannot solve their problems
I can only stand with a helping hand.
I search
For truth, for God’s hand, mind, and will
In the chaos of my world.

I live…