Sunday, August 8, 2010


"A commonplace life," we say, and we sigh,
But why should we sigh as we say?
The commonplace sun in the commonplace sky
Makes up the commonplace day;
The moon and the stars are commonplace things,
And the flower that blooms, and the bird that sings,
But dark were the world, and sad our lot,
If the flowers failed, and the sun shone not;
And God, who studies each separate soul,
Out of commonplace lives makes His beautiful whole.
~Susan Coolidge~


Jeannie B. said...

Happy Sunday to you Jan. I love your poem.

Brynwood Needleworks said...

Dear Jan:
I love my commonplace life. It brings me great comfort and much joy.

Joan said...

Beautiful words and fuchsia! Healing prayers continue, dear Jan!

Goosegirl said...

Hi Jan. I really like that poem. I had not read it before.
I continue to pray for healing in your eyes. How are they doing?
I pray your Sunday is restful and blessed.

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