Service

There are strange ways of serving God;
You sweep a room or turn a sod,
and suddenly, to your surprise,
you hear the whirr of Seraphim,
And find you're under Gods own eyes
And building palaces for Him.
                            Herman Hogedorn

Life Owes Me Nothing

Life owes me nothing. Let the years
Bring clouds or azure, joy or tears,
Already a full cup I’ve quaffed;
Already wept and loved and laughed,
And seen, in ever endless ways,
New beauties overwhelm the days.
Life owes me naught. No pain that waits
Can steal the wealth from memories gates;
No aftermath of anguish slow
Can quench the soul-fires early glow.
I breathe, exulting, each new breath,
Embracing Life, ignoring Death.
Life owes me nothing. One clear morn
Is boon enough for being born;
And be it ninety years or ten
No need for me to question when.
While life is mine, I’ll find it good,
And greet each hour with gratitude.
(unknown)