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Bleak Is the Stable


Bleak is the stable and frosty the hay;
The old shepherd’s moaning, “Please go away!
Give me some quiet, for that would be bliss;
Messes annoy me—just look at all this!
Some other farmhand should milk the brown cow,
While I feed the lambs, the calves, and the sow.
Yes, I know my part, I know it right well:
Work is my worship, despite the rank smell.”

 
  

Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Worship

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Globe Mallow seedhead at twilight, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


wilderness at dawn
no one bowing in worship
before the ripe seeds

 

Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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