Smoky Hoss

Gold Star - 12,024 Points (01 may 1962 / U.S.A.)

Toil And Joy - Poem by Smoky Hoss

I remember the old story:
two workers in the field, one is taken, one is left;
Why would God leave one to work
alone in the field,
and take the other to his reward
in paradise?
Do not we all need love
and rest;
have some not found favor?
And if not, why? -
Strange what becomes our joy
as we toil through our days.
The wind blows anywhere it desires,
never inquiring of an opinion;
and we are left grateful for the sweat
it takes from our weary heads. -
At night I lay upon my soft bed
and dream of the coming time
when the trumpet shall blast; in a vision I see
all are taken, all go home in peace.
I fall asleep, looking forward
to the next days toil -
strange, what becomes our joy.

Topic(s) of this poem: hope

Comments about Toil And Joy by Smoky Hoss

  • (1/12/2016 10:08:00 AM)

    Labor, toil is the very essense of our short journey through this life.You captured that well in this revealing
    poem.Eternal peace shall be our final reward.I love your probing mindset
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    (1/12/2016 10:17:00 AM)

    Thank you Joe. Seeking/probing is the only way I know of to move forward, for the fact is we all are wanderers here and now.

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  • Kelly Kurt (11/6/2015 1:59:00 PM)

    Hope drives the weary onward. Thanks, Smoky (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 6, 2015

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