Plain Beauty

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Glory be to God for homely things—

     For muddy boots and oil-stained dungarees;

          For calloused hands that knead and scrub and hem;

 

Threadbare baby blankets; apron strings;

     A copybook of blotted ABCs;

          And drowsy lullabies at 3 a.m.

 

All things modest, unassuming, rough;

     Rag rugs, first drafts, eucalyptus trees;

          Plain-spoken poems (foliage . . . leaf and stem);

 

They whelm the world in love. It’s not enough.

                          Love them.

 

~Catherine Chandler