Another Ordinary Day
Just another ordinary day,
same routine brings me
to the kitchen table
for morning coffee;
held precious nonetheless.
To be able to hear at all,
smell,
see smokey remnants
still blanketing
my valley;
a most treasured grace.
Some have no homes
this morning,
no towns left,
no crops to farm;
loved ones have been lost
ushering them all
into their dark night of sorrow.
Moments of my own
in reflection of theirs,
gives my heart reason
to pray;
grateful to have
just another ordinary day.
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