Work to do

I thought I heard you in the garden but when I went to see
There were ravens in the berries squawking, mocking me.
You’ve toiled in vain the ravens blithered for here we haven’t sown
so your labor here is wasted for you see it’s nearly gone.
And so it seemed, as I turned sadly, another chore another day.
Moth and rust here is triumphant and the ravens fly away.
I thought I heard you in the garden and so I went to see but,
briars and brambles choked the pathway scratching, piercing me.
Your labor here is vain they mocked for once the way was clear but,
where we were we are again and will be through the years.
Fight us but the battle ending is no option here.
Join us and we’ll smother Heaven and all else that you hold dear.
Rest from all your labors, let the world care for it’s self.
Drink the wine of leisure and, seek the poppy’s help.
There will always be tomorrow. Another day, another time.
Another day to labor. Another chance to set the line.
Why trouble with the slipping of the stones that make the wall.
For years they’ve stood and just a few have now begun to fall.
Just a few have shifted and fallen in the night.
Can’t it be a little wrong and still be mostly right.
Why the sudden urgency? Why all the alarm?
A little here, a little there will not bring any harm.
And so in time the crumbling of life will leave it’s scar.
The heavens dim and hide away the leading of the Star.
Little foxes spoil the vines and chores undone define
wanderings of a wayward fool uncertain of the times.
Never owning that it’s borrowed as the days flow into years.
And soon the mount of neglect is causing greater fears as he
looks at heights uncertain, depths that fall beyond all sight
and he cowers in the darkness and blanket of the night.
Come soon young man and see greater joy found in the tending,
though I know it’s never ending and the toil is never done.
There is purpose in the morning and peace in setting sun when
the voice heard in the garden whispers
there is work that must be done.

jrw 1998


About jingeorgia

Searching high and low no matter where i go it always seems the same: shades of grey. Or, was that gray?
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3 Responses to Work to do

  1. Rambling says:

    did you do that???

  2. Beth says:

    I have just one thing to say.  Is this your original work?  If so it is brilliant!

  3. the says:

    Wonderful.  Peace.

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