fight shy of it
every chance I get.

Still, to accomplish
is redemptive.

Doing the laundry,
fixing a wobbly table,
volunteering at a soup kitchen,
working nine-to-five downtown,
constructing a building,
sweeping the streets,
shoveling snow,
celebrating Mass,
answering the phone in an office,
tidying up the dustbunnied apartment,
visiting an elderly friend,
painting, writing a poem, singing, sculpting,
crafting a collage, composing music:
work redeems us.


Benedict of Nursia

said, "Work is prayer."

And a modern poet

praises absorbedness,

being lost in the work.


I find beginning the hardest part.

Slaying procrastination,

dealing death to my native laziness.


Once I get going,

whether it's laundry or paperwork

or an errand for somebody else,

there's a certain rhythm

that I fall into.

Time goes by,

things get done.


And one can look back

with humble pride

at the finished task,

and smile.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-02-24 at 03:41

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To fall into a certain rhythm and to keep going are the joys of working. If you lose yourself in your work, chances are that you are doing what you love doing. I like the meticulous description of various jobs in the poem. Well-crafted!

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Agreed! Well said.