I worked all day and felt nothing was done

I worked all day and felt nothing was done
My body half as tired as my heart
And as the sky is beckoning the night
The ending light reminds me of the start

My toiling in the heat and in the soil
These days it helps my heart and spirit burn
While other labor leads me to recall
The dust I’m from is where I will return

Can I find any work that will fulfill
Here in this mechanized humanity?
Where digital convenience traps my mind
The soul removed from my reality

But as I take a step into the world
My naked feet upon the living earth
And I subdue the chaos to create
My hands at work with beauty giving birth

I catch a glimpse of hope and holiness
Emotions flood as Eden comes to me
A Garden full of soil and fruit and life
A place to walk with God and to be free

And so, until I find my days complete,
With calloused hands but feeling in my soul,
O, let me strive to live a quiet life
To work all day and feel that I am whole