A Poem: My Workday

"My Workday"

Rising like s slumbering giant

A new challenge lays before me

A path once golden is grown over

Gone are the street signs that lead the way

With my blade n my hand I swing

Vegetation falls which I bundle for fire

Swinging the sweat begins to flow

The more I swing the more I see to do

Hours upon hours pass

Where is the end

I don't even see the beginning

To the heavens my neck arches

Eyes closed I whisper

"Help, me do for you"

I hear no answer 

Only the lonely whisper dances past my ear

My head sinks with my heart

Head lowered to the ground

I slowly open my eyes

A gift appears

A glimmer in the corner

A bit of the path has been cleared without notice

My heart swells

The aches of my muscles fade

Again I swing again

With all my might

With all my strength 

Each breath breathes out praise

"Thank you oh thank you"

"Your will be mine"

"Thank you oh thank you"

"Forgive me when I'm blind"

Each swing reveals more of the path

My energy is not mine

I know not from where it come

Each day I so return

Some lay idle by

They say I work too much 

That I should just recline

When I do the path it gets grown over

Longer it takes to clear again

Focusing hard I stay to task

So not to stray again

Sometimes as I break on midday