Soon would come the night in which there was no more work — not the work of the hands, nor the work of the mind, nor the work of the heart.

Paul Russell
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Robert Frost was famous for his poems of the seasons. He wrote about the joys of winter, spring, summer and fall. He also wrote about the joys of wintertime, which is how his poem came to be known as “Work Song.” He spoke of work in terms of what was done by hand, by the mind and by the heart. He alluded to physical labor, mental labor and emotional labor.

But he also spoke of what is done without physical effort; without thinking or feeling; work which comes from our hearts rather than our hands or heads. This is work that can’t be measured or quantified; work that cannot be added up or subtracted from. It’s something more than just work.

Source: The Coming Storm

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