No one knew the name of this day
Born quietly from deepest night;
It hid its face in the light,
Demanded nothing for itself,
Opened out to offer each of us
A field of brightness that traveled ahead,
Providing time, ground to hold our footsteps
And the light of thought to show the way.
The mind of the day draws no attention;
It dwells within the silence with elegance
To create a space for all our words
Drawing us to listen inward and outward.
We seldom notice how each day is a holy place
Where the eucharist of the ordinary happens,
Transforming our broken fragments
Into an eternal continuity that keeps us.
Somewhere in us a dignity presides
That is more gracious than the smallness
That fuels us with fear and force,
A dignity that trusts the form a day takes.
So at the end of this day, we give thanks
For being betrothed to the unknown
And for the secret work
Through which the mind of the day
And the wisdom of the soul become one.
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. Psalm 19: 1-2 ✝
Thank you, Lord Jesus, that you save, you heal, you restore, and you reveal Your Father’s heart to us!
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This is indeed a glorious time—all the Earth sings His praise—and now, may we all join in–
hugs and love–
(how’s that dancing working out for you;)
Well, ya know, for an old lady with a bum left knee and foot, not too bad. The cane helps me to keep the beat, and I can shuffle around pretty darned good. James has been helping me plant some new perennials that I had bought BEFORE disaster befell my knee and I’m excited and singing praises about that. Things have really come on strong this week and so it is indeed a glorious time. Hope you’ve had a good day and are still a dancin’ too. Love and hugs, N
Natalie ! You have so beautifully combined everything again ; quote,floral image,poem and last but not least the Psalm that intensifies it all …
Thank you so much. I’m so glad you enjoyed the post. Blessings, Natalie 🙂
Natalie, I look forward to the columbines blooming here. Your posts always inspire me to care for and appreciate my garden more. I love the quote too. The simple pleasures provide the oil of joy in our daily lives. It matters not our station in life whether these will come.
Blessings ~ Wendy ❀
Thanks, Wendy, I’m glad your thoughts return to your garden when you read my posts. Blessings and hugs, Natalie 🙂
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