A WOMAN'S WORK

Lord I love my baby
Such joy he brings to me
His smile gives me reason
His kiss embraces me from within
Yet sometimes this little one
Pushes buttons till I'm on the brink
And his sheer energy is a force beyond
Anything I could muster or think.

Lord, I love my husband
This one my soul responds to
For he is kind and good and patient
His love, deep, steady, true
Yet sometimes I feel frustration
Anger, resentment even
Because he's at times oblivious
When my soul much needs soothing

Lord, I love my family
They are truly a shield, a rock
A shelter where I've blossomed and hid
First nurtured me 'fore any other did.
Yet sometimes they do much harm
When surely they mean to help
But deeds can wound and words do scar
Though they be intentioned well.

Lord, I love my intellect,
This gift that sets me apart;
This calling I excel in,
Achievements that bring recognition.
Yet at times it feels a burden -
This pressure to do it all;
A millstone to guarantee sinking
Higher pedestal for a greater fall.

Lord, I love my job
The grand provisions you have made.
The people, the tasks
The purpose, the growth
The gains, the perks
The dreams, the goals
Yet sometimes, it chafes too much
And I feel like I'm closed in by walls
It's those days I question this path
If I'm meant to be here at all.

Lord, I love my life
All this much You've gifted me.
But at times, the abundance becomes a weight
I can't carry till You've lifted me.


September 2, 2020.

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