The Irony of The Familiar

2018-10-02T17:52:23+00:00

By Virtue Digest

It is the things I do routinely that I fear the mostThe familiar I am most concerned aboutThe people I see daily I attempt to love the mostThe things I have I cherish all the moreEven in the worship of my makerLest I loose his heart in the matter, the spirit behind the worship, the words in the song, the earnest in my prayerLest I seek only his hand and not his face, his work forgetting the walkLest I loose the essence of his love, the hope of his callLest my life revolves around the mundaneMyopia seeing only that before my nose, tunnel vision blind to the bigger pictureI welcome the new without fear, without trepidationFor paths unfamiliar mean my steps would be tentative, deliberateWithout the recklessness that soon creeps upon the prosaicThe nonchalance that attends the perfunctoryThe apathy that means I am just going through the motionsFor I am well aware that the chronic and habitual soon makes me lackadaisical.Negligence, mistakes and then shoddy presentation of things I am well accustomed toRepetition alone does not make one a master of the artNay, not at all timesIt is keen attention on a path well travelled, a studied bearing on daily enterpriseA premeditated stitch to the fabric of our lives, though threadbare with useYes, I am still afraid of the ordinaryThat for me is the irony of the familiar!