Today I am thankful and have to give praise
for time and the timeless and the shortness of days
and the fleetness of moments
and the myriad ways
I’m reminded to treasure this, now.
And today I am restful
but grateful for work
and most gratified that I know how.
Although leisure is lovely and always a perk,
there’s a joy in a job, one that pays
in one way or another; and therefore I bow
in gratitude, glad of reward
for the work I’d have done anyways
and for some I might not, feeling lazy
or afraid that I won’t do my best.
I give thanks for work done and work still left to do
and for chores that are daily
and danger to shirk,
and for tasks that compel or put me to the test
and will not leave my head
when I lie down to rest
and the ones I can easily, cleanly set down
at the ends of the busiest days
with a feeling of fullness,
more paid for than found,
that can make it a pleasure to laze.
And thank God for the way
that my work fills the day
and can keep pain away when I’m bleeding inside
or I’m burning for someone
or something I need
and need something that changes
the passage of time
and the pull of its too-irresistible tide.