The Gift

Nearly every day I turn the light on in the closets

and just admire the organization and empty space.

 

I like to open the freezer door and see frost-free organized shelves.

 I peek in the fruit rooms and marvel at the change

 and the stair pantry.

It gives me great satisfaction.

I think it might be the same sense of gratification

a great author feels when she reads her own book,

or an artist when she looks at her masterpiece

or a composer or musician when he listens to his own music.

Is there a yearning within each of us to do something great?

So what if it’s only dejunking and organizing.

I’m delighted with my Work.