Wash Day
I wash the dishes at the sink
scrub-a-dub old food and grease
plates and bowls and silverware clink
Ah, for a moment of peace
but daily duties call my name—
dishes! laundry! floors! without cease
grubby, my house bears no blame
months of hot wind and dusty pain
on my poor house laid claim
last night the Lord opened cloudy vein
my home and I rejoiced again
in a moment of peace
and blessing of rain
Short Bio– Poet Victoria Crawford shares words to remind of us grace in difficult times. She from California, but currently lives in Thailand where she is retired. She has previous published in journals such as The Time of Singing, The Lyric, Braided Way, The Heart of Flesh, and here in Parousia.
PAROUSIA Magazine 