This short freestyle poem looks at a time of chores and reflects on another meaning of the chores. It is ultimately a thankful poem. I hope you enjoy it.
You may print a copy, bookmark, or share it.
A Poem Of Thankfulness
I will forever wonder, Lord
how a family of six people
can have fifteen dirty dishes
in the sink by four o’clock.
I washed ten earlier today,
and a dozen at breakfast.
So, now here I am once more,
I have to scrape, scrub, and wash
them up all over again.
Forgive my complaining
Lord, I really don’t mean to.
I know I should be thankful.
Because dirty dishes mean
we served food on them today,
when so many others did not.
We have soap and water to wash with
and a clean sink to do it in, when
so many of your children do not.
Lord, forgive me for forgetting
the blessing of dirty dishes.
© Published 2006 in the Shepard
(C) Adron Dozat 7/25/09
You may print a copy, bookmark, or share it.
* * * * *
DishesA Poem Of Thankfulness
I will forever wonder, Lord
how a family of six people
can have fifteen dirty dishes
in the sink by four o’clock.
I washed ten earlier today,
and a dozen at breakfast.
So, now here I am once more,
I have to scrape, scrub, and wash
them up all over again.
Forgive my complaining
Lord, I really don’t mean to.
I know I should be thankful.
Because dirty dishes mean
we served food on them today,
when so many others did not.
We have soap and water to wash with
and a clean sink to do it in, when
so many of your children do not.
Lord, forgive me for forgetting
the blessing of dirty dishes.
© Published 2006 in the Shepard
* * * * *
Thank you for visiting my blog and reading my prayer-poem. I hope you were inspired by it and that it is a blessing on your day. See the left sidebar for my most popular ones.(C) Adron Dozat 7/25/09
