Ordinary is so uninspiring
Does anyone strive to be ordinary
setting sights on the status quo?
Extra-ordinary seems better
More exciting and interesting
More the stuff of success
But the ancients prayed with zeal
and sacrifice every evening
that the sun would rise again the next day.
They strove to appease and please their gods
So that the rains would fall in times of drought
So that babies would be born
and seeds would sprout.
And on death’s threshold
we bargain for one more day
to spend among the Living
Laughing and Loving
savoring the ordinary things
previously overlooked.
Lord
Let me see the sunrise one last time
Or hear a gentle rain
Or hold a newborn baby in my arms
before these ordinary, everyday things
Vanish with my last sunset.
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 7:16 PM UTC
Ordinary is so uninspiring
Does anyone strive to be ordinary
setting sights on the status quo?
Extra-ordinary seems better
More exciting and interesting
More the stuff of success
But the ancients prayed with zeal
and sacrifice every evening
that the sun would rise again the next day.
They strove to appease and please their gods
So that the rains would fall in times of drought
So that babies would be born
and seeds would sprout.
And on death’s threshold
we bargain for one more day
to spend among the Living
Laughing and Loving
savoring the ordinary things
previously overlooked.
Lord
Let me see the sunrise one last time
Or hear a gentle rain
Or hold a newborn baby in my arms
before these ordinary, everyday things
Vanish with my last sunset.
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