The Schedule
Written by Tom Wright
8-2-2016
A schedule isn’t just to get things done,
But for accomplishment in some sequence;
We begin doing things at the rising of sun,
Some done without thought of frequence.
First on our list should be God’s time alone,
For his guidance on how we should walk.
Thanking Him for blessings and love shown,
And for steering us past each roadblock;
Second is making time for relationships,
For marriage, parenting, and bonding;
That filtered words always pass our lips,
When to others we might be responding.
Third we should schedule time for work,
For work is the means by which we provide;
Not to gain approval or going berserk,
But giving your best that God be amplified;
Fourth, we require time for rest and play,
For we can’t function without adequate rest;
If we shortchange sleep it hinders our day,
And often leaves our bodies feeling stressed.
Fifth we should set aside time for service,
And not forsaking the assembling with others.
For in exalting another God will preserve us,
And made us all to be sisters and brothers;
If you were born in city:
Their luminous enamor is inexorable;
You never capture them at night; mind empty,
And ensnared by their mysterious un-effable
That that dismal night wistful,
That that glow distance stars solace,
That that expert called complex chemically obscenful,
Because they never infrared, nor ultraviolet frequence
Oh, you older than race, and electricity,
I called you my reticent little light,
Can enemy of infrastructure be in your identity?
Suburb me in the city now, can't see you at night,
Why can't you wait for our children, children;
To know promethean nature once light dark night;
Before the travested beauty of electrical exaltation,
Where they struggle to name, and classified your might,
They name you Polyphaga,
They fame you in Coleoptera,
You radiate amongst Arthropoda,
And they added you in Elateroida.
You fall, not knowing where it ends, and which way should you follow, your path has
no end, and it doesn't know where it begins, you've tasted the sweat of all the
tears you cried, and you felt the pain of a man's lie, but still your feelings are
completely empty inside. But there you go leaving his love behind, letting your past
frequence go, and if he asks you where are you going, thats the thing... you don't
know
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