Painting or sewing or carving or baking
perhaps at our best when its something we’re making.
casting on needles or molding of clay
to create something new is an offering each day.
Maybe a song or a book or a meal
something that didn’t exist – wasn’t real.
A plumber whose solders make waterways flow,
a teacher whose words guiding which way to go.
A seamstress or tailor who makes it fit right,
a nurse sitting long bedside watch through the night.
Each a creator of something in need
each a combatant of personal greed.
The giving away is what makes the heart grow
we get what we give; so important to know.
To lose oneself for the gain of the other
a nobler cause there will not be another.
To carve, or write, or dig in the soil.
of gratitude there – in that toil.
To reach out from within
no amount is too small.
Lose ourselves and we’ve answered the ultimate call.