Here’s a roundel of sorts that came to me this morning. It’s a confession and call to be less about the list and more about the life.
A human doing, gettin’ ‘er done
Tasks and emails, each morning reviewing
Knocking it out, not by any outdone.
I have become a human doing.
Reputation overtakes, my morning overruns
The dear duty and office which brings me renewing
Straight from sleep into work, my day is begun
As a human doing.
And round in circles the workflow pursuing;
Running past Your gifts, missing loved ones.
My being by performance is tied up and undone
I have become a human doing.
© Randall Edwards, 2016.
Artwork: Gustav Dore.
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