Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are.
Let me not pass you by in quest of
some rare and perfect tomorrow…..
Let me hold you while I may,
for it will not always be so.
One day I shall dig my fingers into the earth,
or bury my face in the pillow,
or stretch myself taut,
or raise my hands to the sky,
and want more than all the world your return.
By Mary Jean Irion from
Yes, World: A Mosaic of Meditation