From Your Work / by Brian Kunde

From Your Work
by Brian Kunde

A bit of verse to end your week,
And wend you on your way,
To tide you through the weekend, bleak,
Till you return to play.

A little rhyme for comfort, to
Preserve your empty hours
From going woebegone and blue
Beyond these balmy bowers.

A poem ere we part again,
And idleness benights you,
Till Monday lifts your heart again
With labor that delights you.

We’re sorry you must go away;
We papers, which you shuffle;
But as our end is to allay
Your pain, our own we muffle.

The weekend, while it’s difficult,
Wings swiftly in its flight
To Monday, when we may exult:
With you here, all is right.

Be glad, we pray, and pardon us
For what we lack in cheer:
The hours shall lie hard on us
Until you reappear.

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From Your Work (B-0018 [B-10.3])
(Poems from Left Field: 3)

from Two by Four : and other poems, 3rd ed., Dec. 2000.
An earlier version appeared in
SUL News Notes, Vol. 4, no. 16, Apr. 21, 1995, as “From the Work.”

1st web edition posted 12/27/1995
(updated 1/25/1996).
2nd web edition posted 3/11/1998
(updated 2/15/2000).
3rd web edition posted 6/28/2004.
This page last updated 6/28/2004.