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~ Poetry by me ~
as I do my work about the household,
as I do the chores in my home,
let me be mindful that this is a good way of honoring you.
As the order in my home grows,
there is a growing clearness inside me too,
that frees my heart and mind from clutter --
old things no longer needed, emotions grown stale,
grievances best let gone,
Let me have the courage to throw away
the new junk of every day that accumulates,
which we do not really need but keep anyway
just in case we might have a use for it someday
(but know from experience we never will) .
Let me trust that I will have, or find anew,
everything that I need, when the time comes.
Let me discern that which is worth keeping,
that which I have truly made mine,
from what just came to me by chance
and drifted in here like dust and leaves.
Let me pause a moment to contemplate
how far I have come;
feel pride for time well spent
and work well done,
gauge what remains to be done
and take a restful break in between.
Order means every thing has its rightful place,
even if it's still in orbit,
for a home is not a museum,
but a place to live and breathe,
and its order is not stillness, but a rhythm.
So too does every one I love and care for have a place in my heart,
as they come home and go forth again in their own rhythm.
When I have discarded all that would bog me down,
and the helpful things are polished like memories of good times,
all that remains is me, and mine,
renewed, at peace, and with strength to spare.
Lady Frigga, remind me of these things
so I can go with the flow of work with ease,
centered within myself, and with you.
© Michaela Macha
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