There is an altar here–
facing the supply cubbie
flanked by the printer
(bedecked with Post-it notes),
computer at my alternate elbow.
Stray crackers sit open
next to the pen and paper and glasses,
mid-snack, abandoned.
Paper, tape, scissors
stapler–all adorn this
secular cum sacred space.
How so?
I folded my hands
in prayer and decided
to break bread
(and spoon soup)
at my husband’s desk
on a Saturday.
There is poetry (and prayer) at work.
~~~~~~~~~~
This post was prompted by Glynn Young’s book “Poetry at Work”, an eye-opening, succinct little volume urging us to see the poetry all around us even (especially) at work. Glynn is an author and also writes online at Faith Fiction and Friends
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Now that I'm retired from 25 years of elementary teaching, I am able to spend time in my happy place--at my desk where I read and write as often as I can.
When I'm not at my desk, you can find me in my other happy place--the garden, watering, weeding and worshipping. My husband and I live near Seattle and close enough to my two grown children and grandchildren that I'm able to hug them often. That is my greatest joy.
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