Poem
Today
Not the day I am planning for. Not the day I am recovering from.
Today.
This is the day the Lord has made. Not the one I would have chosen if the scheduling were mine. Not the one that arrives on terms I would have negotiated.
This one. With its specific weather and particular difficulties and the single unexpected gift I almost missed.
I will rejoice and be glad in it — not because everything is good but because goodness is in it if I look.
Not the day I remember. Not the day I'm working toward.
Today.
God is here. And here is enough to hold whatever today holds.