Precious (Un)Commonplace

There is nothing like sorrow for those who are suffering

to make one more aware of the spectacular beauty/grandeur of what we might dare

to call Ordinary or Commonplace!! 

Canvases of what at first glance may appear quite 'commonplace'

Are like gifts  from an Artist who entitles each print 'grace'...

These are  not simply chores.

They are gifts of grace.

This is not simply dinner. It is a gift of grace 

(esp. when there is someone to share it with!!)

In light of loss and disappointment, Commonplace confounds

Life is beheld through meeker eyes; Ordinary astounds

Where beauty knows no bounds; the earth and its fulness thereof

Compelling us to pay more kind and tender heed to love

In light of love misunderstood, love buffers bitter blows

And though the glove is pierced with thorns, the stem is crowned with rose

Whose beauty grows more fair-of-face as we begin to see

In Commonplace, sweet grace and mercy’s grand epitome

In light of dreams-never-come-true we view through thankful(er) sighs

The ground beneath our feet rife with extravagance to prize

Of hands to hold and tots to kiss, of gifted day-to-day

No Ordinariness is This which steals our breath/life away

In light of what we cannot keep, commonplace strikes a chord

That stirs a sweeping melody from deeps bereft of word

To make us gape at what we would take for granted somehow

But in the light of loss and such we touch and taste with ‘wow’!

© Janet Martin

Prepping for a few Valentine festivities with tots tomorrow...