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The Grindstone

A red-rimmed sun of summer, of the sweat of the workers, the salt of their brows. Shoulders to the grindstone, the strength of sinew and muscle, hours of their labors. The Lord of their lives and their eternity- gives them a dreamer's sojourn in the welcomed moonrise. ~

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Hilda Greenhough

Date: 6/2/2024 7:55:00 AM

Toil, exalted, gives purpose. Thank you for this poem.

Regina Elliott
Date: 6/2/2024 4:01:00 PM

Thank you so much, Hilda. The dignity of the laborer. God's salt of the earth. Have a restful blessed Sunday evening.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 5/29/2024 8:46:00 PM

I love the uplifting nature of this write, Regina, especially since at first I thought it might be headed in the direction of the grisly chapter by that name (The Grindstone), in 'Book 3' (I believe) of Dickens' 'Tale of Two Cities.' Bravo, Gershon

Regina Elliott
Date: 5/30/2024 5:45:00 AM

Thank you so much, good friend. The dignity of the laborers, God's salt of the earth. My middle brother just turned 65, and still works at a labor job. Shalom u'vrakha to you and your family. :)

Howard Kerr

Date: 5/29/2024 1:49:00 AM

Hi Regina, As per usual, inspiring, imaginative, poignant and deeply heartfelt. I wouldn’t expect anything less from your gifted golden genius. I really appreciate the praise you lavish on my creations. You have inspired me to dizzy heights. Wishing you well in all your endeavours Warmth Howard

Regina Elliott
Date: 5/29/2024 5:01:00 AM

Thank you so much, good poetry friend. Your kind support means so much to me. I hope you have a wondrous Wednesday with much inspiration. :)

Sara Kendrick

Date: 5/27/2024 4:52:00 AM

Ahh!! Nice one. I am sure this one is Biblically inspired. I know a man who said his mother got up at 4 o'clock every day to ground corn for the day with an old-fashioned grinder of some kind. She had 20 children and died in childbirth with the last one. Can you imagine a life that primitive in this day and age. Sara K

Regina Elliott
Date: 5/28/2024 12:44:00 PM

What a hard worker the mother of 20 children was, bless her soul. The dignity of the laborer. Thank you so much, Sara, for coming by. The good Lord's blessings to you. ~

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 5/27/2024 1:17:00 AM

We have already noticed workers in Malta sweating profusely in the relentless heat of the summer sun. So well described.

Regina Elliott
Date: 5/27/2024 4:30:00 AM

The dignity of the laborer. Thank you for stopping by to read my tribute to the workers of the world, Victor. Many blessings to you. :)

Paul Bell

Date: 5/24/2024 9:01:00 AM

Always feel sorry for the guys tarmacking the roads in summer.

Sara Kendrick
Date: 5/27/2024 4:53:00 AM

Paul, My husband worked until he was 75 years old and had to retire because of hip pain. Sara K

Regina Elliott
Date: 5/24/2024 4:10:00 PM

Thank you for stopping by Paul. I feel sorry for them too. I have a relative that still works at his labor job at 65. ~