“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.” ― poem by Mary Jean Irion
The poem in this post graced my day last summer: the realistic musing moving me to tears. The simple words are a reminder to value each day, even amidst monotony. May I be aware of “the treasure you are.” May my heart embrace the minutia of life: the beautiful tidbits that make up our stories. Oh how I need reminded of this so often!
And equally as important, may I not go looking for some ideal future. I suppose the dream for better days, this is not altogether wrong. However, when the dreams cloud over the present-day sunshine, I have allowed them too much precedence.
^CVNP a few weeks ago
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