Epiphany in the Ordinary

Most insight hides in routine. Attention is the aperture through which grace arrives.

Time’s Power (Redemptions V.1; Redemptions Refrain III.2)

Excavating bit by bit,

On a slope afraid I’ll slip,

All I have is my own wit,

So must rest and think a bit.

Much refreshed my mind now lit,

Coupled with enduring grit,

Double down then I must quit,

Else this hole becomes a pit.

Halfway done I now must knit,

Empty space with nature’s kit,

Gently place as they befit,

Sprouts of Providence’s writ.

Nurture, cherish, ponder, sit:

Time’s the silent player’s skit.

Other things are but a whit,

Farmer’s wisdom ne’er omit.

Comment: Digging pauses, waiting does its own work, and growth occurs where effort loosens its grip

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