“And because we are human, it is in the realm of the daily and the mundane that we must find our way to God.” -the Quotidian Mysteries by Kathleen Norris
just folding clothes
just holding him in my lap
just watering potted plants
just drinking coffee
just reading a book
just waiting on the front porch for Daddy to come
folding, holding, watering, drinking, reading, and waiting again.
just writing to record, just wanting to remember
a fleeting ordinary day
What is your Tuesday poem?
How does it sound?