When ordinary is rarer than special
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Nice!
I think you are so right. Ordinary can be extraordinary. As a Christian I am reminded that Jesus lived an ordinary and extraordinary life.
Here is my poem on Ordinary.
Ordinary
When does the ordinary become sacred,
Is it like at Saloam pool,
Where Christ meets man
And offers peace and wholeness?
Such an ordinary pool
Where you could drink or swim
Or even wash your dirty linen.
Was my womb or rather my mother’s womb
Ordinary but extraordinary enough
To carry me,
In liquor muddied depths,
So Christ could meet me there?
Or was it in the ordinary walks
Uphill, after sacrament and church
And longing that Christ would call to me?
Later in the noise of other churches
With the harsh clamours of Repent and
Hallelujahs.
I’m not sure now it was Christ’s voice I heard.
Calling, embracing, loving,
Forgiving.
My journey of incarnation,
God in me,
Started in the ordinary.
I know not when.
Deep thinking - and you found something special in the ordinary, only to realise that it had probably been there all along: your self, long hidden in a robe of escape.
🙃🙃🙃🤗🤗🤗😘😘😘😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰
Nice!
I think you are so right. Ordinary can be extraordinary. As a Christian I am reminded that Jesus lived an ordinary and extraordinary life.
Here is my poem on Ordinary.
Ordinary
When does the ordinary become sacred,
Is it like at Saloam pool,
Where Christ meets man
And offers peace and wholeness?
Such an ordinary pool
Where you could drink or swim
Or even wash your dirty linen.
Was my womb or rather my mother’s womb
Ordinary but extraordinary enough
To carry me,
In liquor muddied depths,
So Christ could meet me there?
Or was it in the ordinary walks
Uphill, after sacrament and church
And longing that Christ would call to me?
Later in the noise of other churches
With the harsh clamours of Repent and
Hallelujahs.
I’m not sure now it was Christ’s voice I heard.
Calling, embracing, loving,
Forgiving.
My journey of incarnation,
God in me,
Started in the ordinary.
I know not when.
Deep thinking - and you found something special in the ordinary, only to realise that it had probably been there all along: your self, long hidden in a robe of escape.