"A creative mess
is better than a tidy idleness."
That’s the right kind of saying for me.
I’d rather see a pile of dirty dishes
than a clean house and time for TV.
Those dirty dishes don’t mean
that I’m too lazy or messy to clean.
They merely state, or tout,
that I’ve created a delectable dish
rather than ordered out,
(or warmed up some microwave fish).
And the dust on the shelves doesn’t say,
“I’ve forgotten,” or “I’m lazy today.”
It means I’ve discovered more worth
in a story and giving it birth;
a story that will lift all ages,
and keep them turning the pages,
or in a friend who needs my ear,
or a sick child who wants me near,
or my garden, who says to me,
“I’m beautiful, come and see.”
Now the One who is the most creative of all,
who created this earth; its winter, spring, summer and fall,
and created a plan in which I may return to Him above,
the author of beauty, the author of love,
gave me the gift of creativity.
And dusting just isn’t creative to me.