Far From Commonplace...a morning meditation

View not this day as mundane commonplace

This Prize of Time’s demise bathes hill and plain

Look and behold the drippings of God’s grace

Refurbishing the dark with Light again

Upon this mount of moments we survey

The residue of Past, but we are Here

And holders of a priceless charge: Today

Oh, view it not as some plebeian sphere

But drink its cup and break its bread and eat

Then stoop and wash a fellow-traveler's feet

We may not ever meet again like this

Thus we ought never to make light of It

Dawn blushes beneath heaven’s holy kiss

Skies overflow with Present’s Little Bit

The table in earth’s house is spread and groans

With daily bread of opportunity

Will we be silent and sanction the stones

To raise up praise while we gorge foolishly?

Take, eat, this is the day the Lord has made

Forbid we plunder Mercy’s table laid

Arise, for lo, the Hour is at Hand

Time does not tarry long; Heaven and Hell

Wait just beyond this fragile frond of sand

And none return its joy or grief to tell

The truths of old will never shift or change

What God has promised He will surely do

Then come, lest Ignorance dares to estrange

Us from the hope He offers me and you

As He stoops from his throne to wash our feet

With a New day, ah, hear Him say, 'come, eat'  

...for the birth of this new Today began

Far from the commonplace precepts of man

© Janet Martin