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Author Name: Freebarbinar 2 Comments
Date Added: May 18, 2010 20:05:10 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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I Took A Sabbatical
Haunted by noise and confusion, brought low by trouble and strife;
I took a week-long vacation to regain control of my life.

I began with Sunday worship in the local church of my choice,
and almost in spite of myself, was blessed by a 'still, small voice'.

Monday was spent in cleaning the corners where dust balls lurk,
But since I was on vacation, it wasn't considered housework.

Tuesday I sought recreation in laundry ~ load after load,
but by stretching the imagination, I pretended I was digging for gold.

Wednesday was spent with friends; a most pleasant, exciting occasion;
I gave a party in their honor; but it wasn't work ~ I was on vacation.

Now, the next day was truly special, and will linger in my mind through life;
Thursday I spent with my family, being a mother and a wife.

By Friday I began to realize that the week was far from new,
and as yet I had done little that I did not usually do.

So on Saturday I went off alone to search myself to the core;
for my sabbatical had turned to service, and I was no better off than before.

Then the still, small voice spoke again; "Did you not heed at the first of the week?
I said, 'the great among you must be servants in order to find the fulfillment you seek'."

And so my search was finally over; the peace I sought was near at hand,
waiting not in idle hours, but in service to fellow man.
Author's Notes:
Sacrifice can be a springboard which allows us to leap into the pool of God's greater blessings for our lives.
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Comment By: PremiumDan J. Mazurek on June 10, 2010 07:15:46 AM Report
your work speaks to my heart from your heart

meet you heaven when from earth we depart

Comment By: Freee. Gene Myers on May 19, 2010 07:43:26 AM Report
That is brilliant, humorous, sad, devoted, searching, motherly, self-sacrificing and just plain good.  Sitting back and looking at what you did was eyeopening.   Normally all that goes unnoticed; just a normal "day off" but is it really a day off?  No.  It's called being a wife, mother, caregiver, coordinator,   etc. etc. etc.      Mostly, it's called being a woman.  Nice of you to point these aspects of womanhood out for us.
Great poem !!


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