Thankful
I am thankful for my station
Grateful for where you have put me
For I did not grow into where i am now
I am budded, trimmed and grafted
My faeet did not carry me to my doorstep
Nor did my thinking chart my course
I am placed and stationed
Gauged and positioned
To fill the space i now occupy
To rise to fill the pan now baking
That is my task, and mine alone
Gauged and governed by my God who sees
Unbounded aspiration
And unintended elevation
Can strip resources from ascendance
Leaving an untethered blimp like spectacle
Before a disaster orchestrated by ambition
Lazy apathy and unfaithful dereliction
Can bury me with briars of resentment
Sown on a grave that was never to be mine
Tended by those under my care
For whom i was never there
Growing where i am put,
Ah there is limitless possibility
to fill the sixty seconds of time well run
To harrow, water, weed and build
A garden of blooms, remembered hue
Nourished, cared for, faithful and true
To hear that master say
On his evening stroll
Well done my loved one, now my friend
Well done, well done, right till the end
