After mass yesterday I found myself contemplating these words from the prayers of the faithful.
May all who labor or seek to labor find
fair pay, and
a safe environment to work.
While I've been rather whiny about going so long with no power (it went on last night after 8 days), I had it easy in many respects. I had the luxury of hot showers and a working stovetop thanks to the power of natural gas. Others were not so lucky. While I waited for power to return, hard working men and women from Virginia and other states worked around the clock to get things fixed. I'm grateful to them. I know it was not an easy job.
For these folks, and all others who labor, let's write for them. Leave me a note about your poem and I'll post the results here later this week.