These Ordinary Days
Our days are no adventure.
We groan them into life
Each morning
When our little alarm clocks
Nudge open the door
(Too early!)
With the metallic whine
Of a slow-twisting knob.
We shuffle these days
Like newspaper pages
Seeing only life's headlines
Fly across our eyes
Atop a blur
Of black smudges
Before fading, folded up
To await recycling.
But there are days, when
waking,
I see you, like
A world transformed
By fresh-fallen snow.
And I open the door
Feel the flash of air
(Cold and clean!)
Close my eyes
And breathe
Thanks
For these ordinary days
Of love.
I wrote this poem for Christy as a gift for Christmas 2007. I think many couples sometimes fall so deeply into the daily routine that things become too mundane and we fail to see the beauty and love in our everyday relationships and world. During the time I wrote this, I felt as though God had given me the gift of "seeing" Christy with new eyes again, and it was like opening that door to unexpectedly find a "world transformed by fresh-fallen snow" -- and it hits you how beautiful life, and love, really are.
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