"The Plan"
I took the coils out – shuffled books,
Then grouped them all – saw how it looks
When chunked this way – so detail’s hid
Sub-sections now, to panic rid.For detail does not help my life,
Though dropping it increases strife;
It’s pruning chunks that gets me home,
Passed off to others – not alone.Above were pages ’bout myself
And family – where Spirit’s dealt
With me as basic metaphor,
For all of life that’s gone before.Then down beneath a stack of stuff
That forms our context – quite enough
To give a focus of the crash
Ahead for West, with drop in cash.Then in between four piles were laid
From left to right, a process made –
First pile, strategic – higher stuff;
Three piles to right were mine – enough –To keep me off the streets, I’d say;
Fill barrel, overflow’s the way
I operate – gestation done,
Thought then expressed means battle’s won.Admin supports for all this mess
Works fine for me – in tenderness
I find my life of flow-through forms
Improves (or cuts through) culture’s norms.Lord help me as I move today
To help the folks here on their way;
Bless all the kids as we progress
Down country lanes to life at best.Thanks Lord for this.
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