After 1 Thessalonians 1:3

— Rodolfo Quirós / Pexels
Editor’s note: This poem is part of the Work and Hope series.

In the quiet, we humbly remember the foundation our ancestors have laid, each brick fortified with Devotion, and Labor borne from a wellspring of Love.

Their cracked and calloused hands toiled in places where only shadows once stayed, now guided by a brightness that pierces through the darkness just ahead, at the end of the path.

They pass the blueprint onto us, and the tunnel grows longer with each new day, and through the storms, our endurance has become a beacon of hope in the work we have continued.

Before our Father, we testify of the strength and faith that persist through every chilling wind, every challenge, and in each act of generosity in the face of adversity, the promise of Christ’s Love is revealed, like the warmest quilt unfolded on each wanting lap.

Through our daily chores, no matter how small, brick by brick, Your legacy, Lord, is understood as a testament of faith that always sustains.

Shannon McKeehen

Shannon McKeehen is a Quaker, writer, and educator whose poems have appeared in such journals as The Cedarville Review, The Read More

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