What was I thinking of? You should see my desk! Well, look at the picture and it is close. The stacks on the floor are similar. I have bags for the food and clothing pantry, a bag of papers to burn, a bag of things for the dump, and a bag of things that need to be somewhere other than my office. This is how it started:
My husband hugged me, smiled, then said
there’s an empty folder on the bed.
Where did the papers go?
I looked at him, my mind a blank
as my heart slowly, slowly sank.
How the heck was I supposed to know?
“I think you had them last,” said he
inside I shrieked, “not me, not me!”
but outside my consternation did not show.
I calmly started making piles
of all different types of files
but soon began to lose my outer glow.
An hour went by, I’ve got to say
I found a lot of things today
but not the paper that started this flow.
Another hour, I am impressed
I found a picture among the rest
of a salmon caught in Alaska nine years ago.
Stacking things upon the shelves
I could use some little elves
to help these stacks arrange just so.
Four hours and a nervous wreck
I thought, oh phooey, what the heck?
I knew my pressure point was going to blow.
Then I heard my mom reminding me
Of what I really know, you see,
So took a moment out from my friendly row
With myself; “nothing is ever lost”, she’d say,
and somehow God would find a way
to lead me to what I sought, He’d kindly tow
me to the thing I sought
and remind me of what I forgot.
One simple prayer; Thanks, Lord. To You the praise I owe.
copyright Zona Zirconia, an original poem of praise and embarassment that I forgot to ask for Your guidance before I started my search.