The Wheel [A Sabbath Poem]

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The wheel
is meant for rolling
Its spokes tuned like strings
of a classical violin
for music

Hub to rim
the spokes integrate
the wheel’s power`potential
multiply its strength
Axle to tire

The peddle
propels the chain
drives the gear on the axle
the wheel moves
the world

You and I
are wheel`spokes
in society’s great machine
In Sabbaths rest
we re`tune

“And on the seventh day God ended his work which
he had made; and he rested on the seventh day.” Genesis 2:2

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to The Wheel [A Sabbath Poem]

  1. They are trying to get rid of Easter holidays here now – just want to keep making money all the time

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