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.
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.