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Recorded Reading (0:55): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/4uapp40pjeggbaqkrkxv4/Every-Ordinary-Day.mp3?rlkey=d2t4ug040g0th0ee3ghozzjik&dl=0

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Every Ordinary Day

Why do I celebrate the dawning of
This seeming ordinary midweek day?
What is it floods my heart with wond’ring love
Preparing me to work, and rest, and play?

Why, it is naught but this — that this day be
No diff’rent than the ones which came before
Small threat’ning clouds on our horizon see
Small circumstances we might need deplore

No bombs have fallen, nor doth this ground move
Beneath our feet; no loss irrep’rable
Contrite demeanor and deep grief behoove —
No ecstasy can be comparable

To our most every ordinary day
When we but choose to see it in that way

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