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Well. Lord, there are some
days
when I feel like 40,000 people
who have tramped through my life--
"Where is this? Can I have that?
Excuse me, are you busy?
Can you help me?"
Most of the time I don't mind.
But I
can understand why you never
wrote a poem,
or a song, or painted a picture.
Did you miss the quiet carpenter's shop
with its clean smell of shavings,
Joseph's beloved plane,
each tool worn to fit your fingertips?
Did you
miss that feeling of
accomplishment from making
simple benches and tables?
Yet you never said "Go away" to anybody.
Was it because you could see beyond
their small questions,
to their real needs--and you loved them?
You loved
them so much you didn't want
them to leave unsatisfied.
Help me to see the needs beneath the
masks.
Help me to trust you for the right time
for everything.
to not be upset when other people need me,
and to remember
that what I want done now may
not be necessary at all.
-Janet Machalowski
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