The Reward

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The Reward


I buried my talent,

I burned my lamp, waiting.


I fed myself

and drank;

I kept my clothing,

didn’t visit.

Alone, in prison You waited.


I sowed and reaped

what was mine,

believed I was with sheep.


You told me thrice,

“Behold, I come quickly!”

with vengeance and grace.


You did.


And I did not prepare,

for my work was only for me.


– David Noorzdy



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David Noordzy writes his poems from Fayetteville, AR, where he lives with his wife, Susan, and works as a substance abuse counselor for the Department of Veterans Affairs. He attends the Jasper CoG7 and is currently training their young Boxer as a service animal. David enjoys the outdoors and drinking coffee with good friends.