The Extraordinary Of Ordinary
Blush was the dawn’s awesome silence
Impossible colors on the skin of clouds,
The extraordinary of ordinary,
Quickly stolen by the rising sun.
Darkened corners swept with light,
Glints from a leaf bejeweled by dew,
Darting brown shadows of frenzied cottontails,
A joyous song bird echoes this morning liturgy,
“Awake, O sleeper, and arise from the dead,
and Christ shall give you light.”
On cue, a gaggle of geese,
lift as one chorus floating upon a rising mist,
honking like traffic that’s soon to come.
Busyness spills its crescendo of actions,
Slowly drowning the prayer of dawn.
Nevertheless, it has blessed this day,
For sleepy eyes to marvel.
Tomorrow waits patiently,
By Chris Clody