The Fruit of Labor

We labor in detached spaces
And come to regard others’ blank faces.
We wonder if there’s some hidden oasis–
Some highfalutin professional places–
That elude our solitary bases,
But no,
We’re where God has placed us–
Where His grace is
To labor in a servant-minded-basis.

Posted in Perspective, Poem for Your Day, Poetry

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