"A commonplace life", we say and we sigh
But why should we sigh as we say
The commonplace sun in the common place sky
makes up the common place day.
The moon and the stars are common place things
And the flower that blooms and the bird that sings,
But dark were the world and sad our lot
If the flowers failed and the sun shone not
And the Creator who studies each separate Soul
Out of commonplace lives makes a beautiful whole.
The Warrior of Light
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