Inspiration in the Mundane
Hi, Dina here. Recently during my local book club, one of my friends shared this poem. I found it kind of brilliant, so I wanted to share it with all of you. I think you will relate with it. Be blessed!
Hammershøi Dust Motes Dancing
ODE TO A KITCHEN FLOOR
by Angela Andrews
‘Tis wonderment to me
When I see heaven-honey
Pour through my kitchen door.
I look up to see The Source,
But He cleverly hides Himself
In the clearest light to ever
Touch our musty orb.
In His brilliant, pure invisibility,
He traces my face
with a whisper breeze
while touching the world wide.
Caressing me, the newborn babes,
The wee flower buds and their
chrysalis company – while shining
light where the helpless wait to
grasp His infinity.
At my kitchen door,
My heart responds just as hungrily.
Fill me up O Lord and also cover me.
Now on my knees the light refracts,
in its travels, travels over me.
I feel His arms encircle me.
Frothy mirth and rich delight ripple,
He and me. My eyes wide open
to search such beauty. Surprised,
the travelling rays have moved along,
almost from my periphery.
But there is more to see and
more to learn back here on my knees.
I drink the lingering rays.
Tho’ pure and bright while standing up,
From here that is not what I now see.
He gave me manna strength and clear vision
to see what my child–mind of long ago
said were crystal diamond jewelry.
The dust floats down, shimmers in His light,
But landing on yesterday’s gleaming floor
Instantly becomes wretched dust ----
Dirt to be removed once more.
Frustrated, I stand and clutch my broom.
I sweep the kitchen floor with His strength.
I sweep my heart even more.
I no longer dread this perpetual task,
Because of Him I know,
As I clean my kitchen floor,
He gently and daily cleans me.
Can you share a time when you unexpectedly found God in everyday life?