(but here and there 'tis nice to pause with book, un-chained from Duty's laws, where living bids us do, do, do, to rest beneath God's blue, blue, blue...)
…because we choose to do
or not
The one who watches will be taught
For hand, compelling as a sword
Is often mightier than word
Because we do;
lines not of speech
Convinces readers as we teach
Not by the flower-seeds of voice
But by the power-deeds of choice
…because we do in
every day
And say what tongue will never say
Each script is written by the quill
Of hand and foot; soul- stories spill
…to pages laid upon Time’s stair
Where our do’s and don’ts declare
The truth of whom we serve and love
Pray tell, what will our writing prove?
© 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
With God's help we will do mighty things, for he will trample down our foes Ps. 60:12
