December 9, 2020
Most days are ordinary days,
More of the same in many ways.
A day that leaves no special mark,
Another day of light and dark.
Life rolls along, no change of pace,
We deal with challenges we face.
We chart our course. We have a plan.
We navigate as best we can.
For some a sudden change, a turn
They may not see but later learn
That through events they cannot name,
Their life will never be the same.
A turning point, that they now see
Has changed their life, their destiny.
It’s not a hill they chose to climb,
But at the top, the view’s sublime.
They know those days were God ordained.
Now flowers bloom where once it rained.