Easy and light?
Sometimes it seems You
Expect us
To turn straw into gold;
Here, scrabbling in the dust,
We wait with open hands,
And sometimes it seems
You expect us
To turn straw into gold;
Not to complain;
You know what to do
I’m sure,
But some of us
Are not omniscient,
And sometimes
You seem
To expect us
To turn straw into gold.
And the sacrifice wouldn’t
Be so hard
If it weren’t for the exhaustion
Of figuring out
The place and time
For the appointed offering;
So sometimes it feels
Like You
Expect us
To turn straw into gold.
And yes You have promised golden crowns,
But I can’t help wondering:
In heaven, when we get there,
Will we be handed straw hats,
And expected
To turn straw into gold?
Yes, yes, I know, but I am weary and complain,
Yes, I know, there is a loom for this,
In the shape of the cross;
Yes, I know it touches
The tapestry of history,
Weaving straw into gold;
But sometimes
How it works
Is a puzzle,
And sometimes we wonder
Whether You Who care
So much for gold
– forgive what I speak, and change it –
Whether You even
Notice the straw as well.