I’m up early, having given Luke a bottle, and I thought I would try to blog before heading off to work. It’s not turning out to be so easy. I’m out of the habit, and I don’t feel like I have anything to say. Life has not been particularly eventful (trip to the hospital aside), but it has been full: Full of children, family, work, and home. Full of the ordinary. Those occasional moments of emptiness have made way for a crossword with Kerri, not blogging.

Not that I feel bad for any of this. It is, however, a bit odd. I look back, and I know my mind has been turning. I’ve been reading and thinking. I just don’t have anything to show for it here. (At least not now.)

I know what I’ll do. I’ll offer a prayer and a poem:

For those in the midst of the ordinary,

Those whose days are bound up in the mundane,

I have neither the wisdom to explain

Nor pow’r to alter. With you I tarry.

With you I sit. Common scenes pass our eyes,

and well-worn phrases pass between our lips.

‘Tis same, walking this path of many trips

‘Til sun sets. And when ‘morrow sun does rise,

We walk and speak just as we did before,

Common days and common lives lived once more.