Walk the path a thousand times
From the kitchen to the well.
Sweep until the dirt is gone
Clean until the chaos flees.
Tear down the old corrupted things
Raise up the new creations.
Repair the bent and broken things
If and when it can be done.
Put the values in their places
Make the numbers tell the truth
Make a right accounting
Of what was gained, and lost.
Cause the little things to grow
And keep the great from tyranny
Make a garden in the wilderness
And a city in the wastes.
Feed the humans in your care
Keep their bodies clean
Let them see the world and know
They are a part of it.
Cast the spells you have been given
The songs into the silences
The art onto the empty space
The names unto the nameless things.
And you can call it donkey-work,
The body moving through the day
But we do nothing on the earth
That is not grace, and magic.