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This is my day

This is my day - sifted sand
shifting grain by invisible grain.

This is my day - a seed
lightly sown in the earth.

This is my day - a bud
to unfold in the sun, a flame
to protect from the wind,
a flickering wick in my shrine.

This is my day - a bowl
to be emptied or filled, a cup
to be proffered or drained.
This is my day - a page
to be written or read, a race
to be witnessed or run, a gem
to be cherished and polished
and given away.

This is your day.
Eleanor Nesbitt
from BBC Radio 4 Morning Worship, Sunday 19th June 2005
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