Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Morning Rush by Gail McCoig Blanton

Let me bustle gently, Lord,
Let me carefully careen,
and not disrupt my family,
around, below, and between,
Let me be efficient, yes,
but not a mad machine.
Let me panic quietly,
When I see the clock's caprice,
and send them off with tender touch
that wipes away the hustle grease.
Let me bustle gently, lord;
Let me always keep your peace.