What I do today won’t last long,
will need to be addressed again tomorrow.
I ask for knowledge of God’s will for me,
the power to carry it out…
But then again the next day and after that.
Every day, not content to rest
but knowing there are more tasks,
more tools to use, people to talk to,
steps to work, surrender to complete.
I’m a  work in progress, and if the waves erode
some that I would keep, at least the trash,
the mess I made today, will wash out and leave me
with a clean slate ready to write on tomorrow.