Poetry Friday: Ordinary

This is my prayer for the world: may you have a day or at least a moment of ordinary. In the midst of cleaning acorns out from under the cranberry viburnum, may you find the smallest flower ever. Sitting at your kitchen table, may you have a moment to notice the way the sun moves through the room and perhaps write about it. May the cat wake you up way too early, just like usual, but may you get another hour of sleep before the alarm goes off.

For the people of Ukraine, Afghanistan, Palestine, Israel: I see your unimaginable suffering, and from my place of privilege I offer the most humble prayer from one human heart to another: today may you have at least a moment of ordinary. And may someone in your life bring you the love and caring I’m feeling for you now.

Catherine has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup at Reading to the Core.

22 thoughts on “Poetry Friday: Ordinary”

  1. That reminds me of a concept Ariana told me about — finding a “pocket of okay.” Sometimes things are really bad, and a pocket of okay is a respite. Thanks, Mary Lee.

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  2. Beautiful, Mary Lee. Yes, a moment of ordinary sun beams, a tiny flower out of season, a moment of warm hugs. May your wish for the world come true. (Love the ignored paint splicks.)

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  3. Oh Mary Lee! For all the ordinary days, may the motes of dust delight us all. May each sunbeam be a tiny prayer for those in the world in which the pain is so great. Thank you for this, Mary Lee.

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  4. Your words echo my thoughts, Mary Lee. “I see your unimaginable suffering, and from my place of privilege I offer the most humble prayer from one human heart to another: today may you have at least a moment of ordinary.” Thank you.

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  5. Mary Lee, your words are full of kindness for those less fortunate than us. I am glad that I came to this in the wee hours of morning to sit in silence and dwell on ordinary moments of peace.

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