This week’s article is written by Gwen Solomon, a member of Godfrey First United Methodist Church, 1100 Airport Road.
I came across an old poem recently that I believe is worth sharing. (There seem to be several variations of the poem; the version I am sharing is attributed to Edgar Guest.)
The Day’s Work
Is anybody happier because you passed his way?
Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today?
The day is almost over, and its toiling time is through.
Is there anyone to utter now a kindly word of you?
Did you give a cheerful greeting to the friend who came along,
Or a churlish sort of “howdy” and then vanish in the throng?
Were you selfish, pure and simple, as you rushed along the way,
Or is someone mighty grateful for a deed you did today?
Can you say tonight in parting, with the day that’s slipping fast,
That you helped a single brother of the many that you’ve passed?
Is a single heart rejoicing over what you did or said?
Does a man whose hopes were fading, now with courage look ahead?
Did you waste the day or lose it? Was it well or sorely spent?
Did you leave a trail of kindness, or a scar of discontent?
As you close your eyes in slumber, do you think that God would say,
“You have earned one more tomorrow by the work you did today”?
Simple kindnesses cost us nothing, but could mean everything to the one who receives those kindnesses. A kind word in the middle of a difficult day, an encouraging touch, a smile shared with a lonely heart … we never know how impactful those simple gestures can be. Often, as I pray in the morning, part of my prayer is “God, help me be a blessing to someone else today.” May you live today so that you may be a blessing to others.