serving God so well....

so many things that you do
with so much pleasure with so much esteem

beyond money and awards
noble

when you drive yourself to your way home
at night on that long dark road

you hear music inside your heart
your fingers move upon a beat of indescribable pleasure

you are your best friend
in silence

when you arrive home there is no one there
no child greets you

you remove your shoes
undress

naked you hug your bed
soft pillow

you sleep like a dead man and when you wake up
the following morning

you become a new man, strong, and firm and smiling
to the sun by your window

there is no one here
you feel confident, God is so alive inside you

you have served Him well.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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