Mulch.
From
shredded tires.
Appears
on my classroom floor.
Out
of shoes.
Out
of pockets.
Out
of hands.
Out
of nowhere.
If
I’m lucky.
A
student will volunteer to pick up the
Mulch.
If
not.
The
mulch collects.
Looking
like bugs scattered around the room.
Yesterday
I was lucky.
Two
students volunteered to pick up the
Mulch.
They
were so very happy to
Help.
The
work gave them a sense of
Purpose.
The
job wasn’t big.
It
wasn’t clean.
Its
result wasn’t one that will last forever.
There
will be more
Mulch.
Soon.
But,
for now, my room is clean.
Thanks
to the work of
Two
students
Who
volunteered
To
do the dirty work
Of
cleaning the
Mulch.
Dear
God: Help us to be mulch cleaners. The work may be messy and seem futile, but
it gives us purpose and makes life nicer for such a time as this. Thank you,
God, for the opportunity to clean mulch, and thank you, too, for the mulch
cleaners in our own lives. Amen.
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