No one knew the name of this day;Born quietly from deepest night,
It hid its face in light,
Demanded nothing for itself,
Opened out to offer each of us
A field of brightness that traveled ahead,
Providing in 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 the secret work
Through which the mind of the day
And wisdom of the soul become one.
Jeremiah 29:11 (God assures the exiles.)
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you...”
May each day bring to you a revelation of divine light and love, hope and trust, wonder and reverence,
Peggy
Somewhere in us a dignity presides
ReplyDeleteThat is more gracious than the smallness.
Yes.
It is returning to that dignity which brings light to the darkness the mind imagines.
Thank you for shining your light the way you do!
Thank you for the kind comments, Elliott! I appreciate your words! and your dear friendship! What is that saying, A friend holds us up to the light when all we can see is darkness....
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