I Sit By My Window
Pondering and praying....
I sit by my window
absorbing the coolness of the evening’s air.
Beyond the shade now fallen
there is sun shining on the earth elsewhere.
The tug and pull of daily life goes on there.
Here the time for rest and fretting meet
with one to overcome the other.
It was not a good day as days go.
Expectations had not been met,
But I had done my best with
little more I could have done.
Expectations are sometimes too high.
Now the coolness restores what heat suppressed.
The cold of winter is months away.
Why is it that man’s labors
are linked to seasons,
and now he labors at the hottest times?
Responsibilities dictate his actions
to save himself by the sweat of his brow.
“Cool” men and women labor inside,
often complaining of the chill of their
air conditioned capsules.
No sweating there;
while others stoop sun-stroked
in the fields and vineyards somewhere
far removed from modern “realities”.
The coolness brings the dew to earth’s brow.
I rest soon in fretted slumber.
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