What Work?

"Unless the Lord," the qualification That matters, the watchman's only security, The only footing, the firm foundation Upon which to build, the builder's surety. But when you lie down, your heart's empty of rest; Your mind works all night at a rolling boil; You arise in the morning stiff and stressed To feed upon the bread of anxious toil. Fruitfulness isn't ledgered productivity As if blessing could be quantified, Rather it's the labor of love's creativity As children begotten by husband and bride. Beloved of God, be at peace tonight; Sleep safe as his child, his beloved, delight.

© Randall Edwards 2017 artwork: detail from an illustration of The Pilgrim’s Progress or Christian’s journey form the City of Destruction in this evil World to the Celestial City; Published July 1, 1813 by J. Pitts No 14 Great St Andrews Street Seven Dials. #poetry #sonnet #christianity #songofascent