June 1: No Other Day

 No other day has been the same as this day

nor will there ever be a day just like today.

Only in memory do the hours, days, weeks,

months and years fade into dull sameness.

And memory is so frail and feeble in the end

that it cannot be trusted or counted upon,

so all we have during this day is this day itself

untidy, unfiltered, unblemished, unvarnished,

and entirely enough to give us all we need.

Lean mightily into today! Praise and give thanks!

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