Sometimes there are things within seemingly ordinary days

That blaze forth into my heart, mind, and soul

Often times its something so tremendously common, yet so toweringly wonderful

They seem to blanket the earth, or the sky, whichever it may be

The commonplace whispers to me with throbbing messages of distant lands or new places to see

Sometimes it an amazing gift of wings in flight

Or grumbling clouds filled with streaks of light

But always, always whispering all around me in slow rhythmic  movements

Silently the every day of common things weigh wonderful upon my life.

From my world to your heart,

Linda