Poem May 3, 2004 Issue

On the train

Train car crammed with commuters,
fresh from showers and toothbrushes,
traveling to desktops, phones, and one more day
of trying to understand their bosses' needs—

I pray, "Father, thank You for loving them
even as You love me.
Thank You for helping all of us to value our gifts,
for assuring us that our talents are needed, and ample.

"Father, thank You for expressing in each of us
the peace of honest labor,
so we can return to our homes ready to comfort,
willing to support, able to believe in the goodness of others,
as You have made us believe in our own."

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