Mundane

Mundane - - - - - - - - - Forever life goes on Like the gnawing of a mouse And there is this exertion For big or small chores The seasons open and the seasons wane But never come to an end the deeds of men Forever opening fainter and wider rings For us to see things happen Finding way through slow, Monotonous draining mechanism though Looking tedious and un-glamorous And disregarded as humdrum and boring Not moving forward nor backward Yet there is something to be learned From preparing the lunch Doing the laundry Or minding the baby Fulfilling through servitude Attending to detail And more important than ordinary consideration Is intentiveness to Love Thereby making mundane magnificent