ordinary days

i love ordinary days with their comforting routines and rhythms.

within their framework, i find plenty of room to bend without breaking.

little pieces, bit-by-bit. i work my way through the day.

small acts that seem hardly significant, until i step back and view the whole picture.

and then i see it all, like the pieces of a puzzle as they interlock.

 the domestic life, making homemade granola.

the domestic life, making homemade granola.

 the working life, making time to read poetry

the working life, making time to read poetry

 and take pictures of the old country store.

and take pictures of the old country store.

 the family life, visiting mom on memory lane.

the family life, visiting mom on memory lane.

THE GIFT

Be still my soul, and steadfast.

Earth and heaven both are still watching

though time is draining from the clock

and your walk, that once was confident and quick,

has become slow.

So, be slow if you must, but let

the heart still play its true part.

Love still as once you loved, deeply

and without patience. Let God and the world

know you are grateful.

That the gift has been given.

—Mary Oliver