Poetry Thursday

The Night Cometh
by Annie Louisa Walker

Work! for the night is coming;
Work! through the morning hours;
Work! while the dew is sparkling;
Work! 'mid the springing flowers;
Work! while the day grows brighter,
Under the glowing sun;
Work! for the night is coming,--
Night, when man's work is done.

Work! for the night is coming;
Work! through the sunny noon;
Fill the bright hours with labour,
Rest cometh sure and soon.
Give to each flying minute
Something to keep in store;
Work! for the night is coming,--
Night, when man works no more.

Work! for the night is coming;
Under the sunset skies,
While their bright tints are glowing,
Work! for the daylight flies;
Work! till the last beam fadeth,
Fadeth to shine no more;
Work! while the night is darkening,--
Night, when man's work is o'er.

I can't believe it's Thursday already. Time flies when you're working. Yup, after a week and a half of unemployment I started working again. In addition to taking my mediation classes and starting my mediation practice, I am working as a contract attorney, 30 hours per week in a small law firm. It's rather nice working (a) only 30 hours (not billing) and (b) in a small friendly firm. I feel like this is an opportunity to renew my relationship with the law. Maybe I don't have an aversion to the law. Maybe I was just not meant for big firm practice. I've only been here a week, but it's much better. And I'm SOOOO excited about mediation. Can't wait to finish my course and get mediating.

Anyway, being busy from 8 a.m. to 9 p.m. working or in class has made me feel like quite the busy little bee. Hence, the above Poetry Thursday poem. Enjoy.