Again the chance to praise
the same room, the same floor,
the same view, the same tea,
the same image in the same mirror,
which today is startlingly not the same.
Again the chance to find the miracle
in the leaves that fall, the miracle
in the morning sun, the miracle
in the willows beside the pond.
Again, the chance to fall in love
with the same sky, the same field,
the same dirt, the same broken world.
Again, the chance to show up
with these same tired arms
and put them to work,
the same work as yesterday,
which is to learn to lift up,
to heal, to carry, to build,
to be in the world, to praise
the same room, the same floor,
the same view, the same tea.
I will thankfully take up the challenge. Thank for another poem so apropos for the day.
thanks, Jan! Here we go … the next day and the next
Rosemary, this is stunning. i love it. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Evie–every day a chance to show up again! Oh, this learning …
Thank the goddesses for multiple chances, for slates repeatedly cleaned.
ohhhhh yeah–a big gift!