Monday, June 1, 2009

Seventy Seventy-six

"Give me a man who sings at his work."
                     Thomas Carlyle

I know the measure of a man.
It's in the bagels brought to a hot waiting room.  It's in the magic of neighbors to part pesky waters. It's in conversation in uncomfortable chairs meant to amuse and distract.  In small strokes across a misshapen gown, in miracles sown from miles on foot, in sleep missed and tears worn, in words, in such prayers that provide grace in the offerings of the everyday.