Precious (Un)Commonplace

There is nothing like sorrow for those who are sufferingto make one more aware of the spectacular beauty/grandeur of what we might dareto 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 confoundsLife is beheld through meeker eyes; Ordinary astoundsWhere beauty knows no bounds; the earth and its fulness thereofCompelling us to pay more kind and tender heed to love In light of love misunderstood, love buffers bitter blowsAnd though the glove is pierced with thorns, the stem is crowned with roseWhose beauty grows more fair-of-face as we begin to seeIn Commonplace, sweet grace and mercy’s grand epitome In light of dreams-never-come-true we view through thankful(er) sighsThe ground beneath our feet rife with extravagance to prizeOf hands to hold and tots to kiss, of gifted day-to-dayNo Ordinariness is This which steals our breath/life away In light of what we cannot keep, commonplace strikes a chordThat stirs a sweeping melody from deeps bereft of wordTo make us gape at what we would take for granted somehowBut in the light of loss and such we touch and taste with ‘wow’! © Janet Martin Prepping for a few Valentine festivities with tots tomorrow...