Today I felt the peace of ordinary…
…Ever so holy are the new buds on stretching branches
And ever so holy are the warmer breezes stringing life together under a breathy motherly blue sky
Today I knew the peace of rhythm
Ticking minutes and grand movements of the masses, she and he breathing coffee vapor at the cusp of their day. Fresh from sleep, prepared or unprepared they move
Late… 
Hours end and a new day pulls forward as sun sets
She and he maneuvering steering wheels and their minds towards the ones whose faces the dredge of the day could not manage to eclipse
Ever so holy is home
Every so holy is the movement towards home home home home
I am here

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