God's Work

I never asked to do God's work
But I, like most mammals was born
Into a life of weaving a tapestry
I will never live to behold.

I wonder sometimes
If I am wrong to desire
A sampling of the fruits of my labors-
To see a reason for living
A life that is not mine-
Not entirely.

I watched Dr. Dan
"Dr. Dan the s**t man"
He called himself-
Clean out the septic tank
And thought "What a horrible job"
But now I see the beauty
Through the ugliness.

He reaches into other's filth
With hoses, pumps, and sometimes
Even his own bare hands-
But when the job is done
He can stand back,
See the fruits of his labors-
A result that justifies going home
Smelling of sewage.

Dr. Dan can shower off,
Sit down to dinner and know
He has made progress
But I, my soul, my hope, my spirit-
My faith, my sanity
Laying in tatters
Because of the latest "task"
I've performed-
Must simply have faith that there
Was a reason for the pain.

I no longer ask why.
I've grown weary of seeking
Solace from
The rock.

Reviews

[Michael X]

this Awsome poem is touching, beautifully executed,
passionate meaning, spiritual inspired insight penned
with caring detail as the meaning describes ambition,
the trying willfulness of satisfaction by knowing what
does and what does not pertain to God's work, much peace