Monday, July 4, 2016

Ordinary Time

It's ordinary time, Lord,
Making beds and wiping dust
From furniture and fixtures
Doing chores I know I must
Laundry, blinds, sweeping floors
Mirrors polished, toilets cleansed
No matter.  There's always more
To do, to do, to do.  When ended?
Be still and know that I am there
The dust from which I made you
Alone - clay to life, beloved
Ordinary!  No!  Made new!


  1. Interesting poem, Martha. What we think is so ordinary--the mundane tasks of life--can (and should be) done as unto the Lord.

    Love and blessings!

    1. Yes, Kim, they should. Thanks for your kind words!
      Love and blessings!