There
must be balance
Somewhere
in between burnout
And lax
indolence
But if
this is true
I still
struggle to find it
In my
daily life
When I do
it all
Every
project on my list
There’s
joy in labor
But joy
becomes stress
In a few frenetic
weeks
Then
fades to languor
Sloth
leads to boredom
Which
sparks me to my labors
Thus the
cycle goes
Oh, help
me, sweet Lord
To do the
things I can do
In love’s
constancy