An Ordinary Day

Conversing is confusing
Silence His Refinement
A palace is confinement
So He greets me in the air

Though I despair, and wear my wrongs
He sends a palanquin of Songs
And purest jewels of winter rain
As sapphires are too crude

Gold too rude, silk too rough
A kingdom is not big enough
Singing out aglow with smiles
The moon instead He brings

I will now lift my sulking head
Let my eyes of shame be dry
To see a Gift prodigious
In an ordinary day

Sumangali Morhall
February 2005