Ordinary (a poem)

Ordinary people
living ordinary lives
   everyday.
In the midst of the ordinary living 
    of these ordinary days,
in the middle of the miraculously mundane,
the spectacularly simple is found to be everything
once longed for 
   and thought beyond reach. 
But this ordinary life - 
   the rising, the resting;
   the laughter, the tears;
   the gaining, the losing;
   the lost, the found;
   the valleys, the mountains;
   the goodbyes, the hellos;
   the walking, the falling;
   the losses, the victories;
   the regrets, the satisfaction -
is the sacred journey,
the magnificent human experience.
Ordinarily extraordinary 
   in nearly every way.
   — bshivers 

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