It's the end of the week. I am weary...
My days too full, the outlook dreary.
A juggling act,
I balance more than I care to, an unwelcome fact.
I work...
at home, at work, and do God's work.
Too many plates producing disheveled traits
of fatigue.
I give up...
I have lost the perspective, God's valued directive,
of doing good where I am.
At home or work, God's work is found.
But one plate to balance. In truth, profound.

Jesus accomplished more miracles "on the way".
Hurrying to Jairus' house, His healing on display
at a touch of His cloak.
At the well,
a spring of living water
to quench life's thirst, that was His offer.
On the hill,
5000 box lunches satisfy. I wonder, still.
Each occasion, not the underlying reason.
His eye on God, Jesus accomplished miracles each day.