To the Salt of the Earth

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)

Dreamer's Pedestal

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.

Eccles.9:10