This morning as I have luxury to be home, watching the falling snow, contemplating the joy of this “extra” time … I ran across a poem by Judith Viorst. She writes in one stanza …
I’ll have no trumpets, triumphs, trails of glory.
It seems the woman I’ve turned out to be
Is not the heroine of some grand story.
But I have learned to find the poetry
In what my hands can touch, my eyes can see.
The pleasures of an ordinary life.
Today I celebrate the ordinary life … and seek to hear the music and rhythm of poetry in my day …
… from the rich fragrance of coffee –
to the sparkling crisp snowfall,
the comfort of well-worn clothing –
the quiet reading of books on my nightstand
Praise the LORD from the earth … lightning and hail, snow and clouds, stormy winds that do his bidding … Let them praise the name of the LORD, for his name alone is exalted … Praise the LORD.