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Three Poems For Homemakers

 



Three Poems For Homemakers



There's something 

about the 

pottering,

the dusting,

the sweeping,

arranging,

cooking,

baking, 

decorating,

That's so normal,

so good:

sharply juxtaposed

against

the backdrop 

of a crazy world.

here, I pray,

I clean, I sing.

Even though things

are crazy in my

own life,

Calm settles with

the dust motes

and joy stirs

in my cup


***


This little home of mine,

I'm going to help it shine:

I'll try to keep it clean and neat,

and offer callers food and seat

The children I will teach and show

the way to One Who loves them so

And hopefully, the air will ring

with joyful praise as voices sing

I hope to give true hope and cheer

to all who come through love and prayer

O Lord, please help it shine so bright

A homely lighthouse in the night.

***


My list of chores 

just grows and grows,

along comes stress

a well known foe


The messes mount,

the wash pile grows,

now children fight

and all peace goes


It's time to slow right down

I know,

to rest, to breathe,

to go real slow


Time to spend more 

time with You,

to pray

and read Your 

Word so true.


***


Copyright: pencil in His Hand


***
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