St Benedict Adds a Rule

To stay cooped up on a day like this
Is a sin, when the bones whisper
Of their strength, and indeed the whole world
Holds forth in a voice that will
Strum a man's muscles if they are not
Gripped incorrectly, by nerves all a-war,
Divided, or above all not sympathetic,
The one dull note on a planet
That rings so loud it hurts.
Given that, you can turn it off,
Or you can, my son, Listen,
Your hand to the plow, feet to the pedals,
And Obey, your heart following these heights.

(cdm | StBenedictAddsARule)