Couldn't decide what to call this poem...
To the Builders of Success
The Beauty of Job Well done
No Small Man (if He gives the Best he can)
To the One Who Pulls the Weeds;-)
....the list is endless
but the gist is this...
We NEED the 'little man'...
Last year I joined a team at church that helps with planning a few services throughout the year
and it made me realize how much I under-appreciate all the thought, prayer and common task
accomplished through MANY hands that make each Sunday morning service happen!
It got me to thinking about how in life what may appear, at first glance,
a pretty minor role is a vital part of all success's heart and soul!
Let's thank someone for what they do today!
There is no 'small man' and dollar does not decide value!
Easy to brag and boast a bit
Or loaf about idle, or sit
And stare into an air-filled glass
And dream about life’s greener grass
Easy to criticize the man
Who does the simple best he can
Though small and plain may seem his nod
Behind the scenes that we applaud
Easy to praise paraded art
That appeals to the human heart
And overlook the hand that made
The canvas whereon it was laid
Easy to see the one who stands
Atop a ladder made of hands
Hard, hard to rival this, my son,
All the small tasks success builds on
Hard, hard to estimate the worth
Of humble roles that fill the earth
Where nothing is greater, my son
Than beauty of Duty well done
© Janet Martin
Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might,
for in the realm of the dead, where you are going,
there is neither working nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom.