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!
Interesting poem, Martha. What we think is so ordinary--the mundane tasks of life--can (and should be) done as unto the Lord.
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Yes, Kim, they should. Thanks for your kind words!
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