Inner Life

Inner Life
by Edna Jaques
from the book "My Kitchen Window"

For we are more than just the thing we seem,
More than a little waking and a dream:
This life that seems so commonplace to me
Is woven into all eternity !
The little happenings that make a day
Are born of God and shall not pass away.

The fire when laid.. the supper-table spread,
Even the simple breaking of bread,
Are symbols of diviner things that lie
Close to our inner selves and will not die --
The roots of life beneath the commonplace
Weaving their tendrils through the human race.

As life goes on . . there will be these :
Warm clodded earth, and blossom-laden trees,
East winds and rain . . and flocks upon the hill,
The fresh, sweet wonder of the daffodil :
And over all . . and under all . . and through,
The mind of God made manifest in you.