"Oh, the ordinary day, let me be aware of the treasure you are.
Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.
Let me be grateful while I may, for it may not always be so.
One day I shall fall upon my knees, or bury my face in the pillow,
or lie among the sick, or raise my hands to the sky and want,
more than all the world, your return."
Mary Jean Iron