God, bless my unproductive days

When I am caught waffling or wandering

Wistfully wayward with whimsical wilt

Misstarts or finishlessness

Stalling or the drive of avoidance

For productivity is not the highest good

Nor grinding pragmatism a human's perfect aim

And while it is, indeed, good for us to work faithfully on tasks before and beyond

To plan and strive and be mindful of the responsibilities we are called to hold

Our unproductive days can be gifts,

For they can remind us this is God's great and wonderful world

Of which we are just a beloved part, called to simply be.

Truly, we must join in the work of bringing the healing and hope of God to this broken and weary world

But let us allow ourselves to bless and be blessed by our unproductive days

It's God's world and work in the end, after all...