Attending To What's Unfolding

I pray your meandering path

through today will be as

enchantingly ordinary

as the smoothest kind of dirt

looking up at calm sky

reflected on tall windows

prophesying with light about

how the work of amazement

is never really over and that

this exact human life you’re

living is holy, holy, holy,

even when you’re tired,

even when it’s awkward,

even when joy is absent for a while.

It still comes down to this: 

the boring soil makes the 

garden that feeds the world 

with the favor of attainable things.