The Joy of Work

To Get To Work Is To Be Blessed

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What is work if not the labor of the soul?
For in work we discover our true identity and purpose.

And when we do, it fills us with delight.
We feel its beat in our heart and in our feet,

And when the dance is done,
We are left fulfilled and renewed.

For where there was lethargy,
There now exists love.

The joy found beyond focused fatigue,
The sweetest prize at the end of toil.

Author’s Note: I find genuine joy in being busy with work. Even this poem, and all other poems I have done so far, are a blessing. I get to do them. For that I am grateful.