Normal Day
let me be aware of the treasure you are.
Let me learn from you,
love you,
bless you before you depart.
Let me not pass you by
in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.
Let me hold you while I may,
for it may not always be so.
One day I shall dig my nails into the earth,
or bury my face in the pillow,
or stretch myself taut,
or raise my hands to the sky and want,
more than all the world,
your return.
-Mary Jean Iron
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Hello! This entry was a bit of time back, but I'm on a mission and hoped you could help me with it. This entry, above, that begins, "Normal day...." is nearly always wrongly attributed to Mary Jean Iron. It was written by Mary Jean Irion, a gifted writer who is now in her late 80s and lives in Pennsylvania.
Those lines were a paragraph from an essay entitled, "Let Me Hold You While I May", which was in the book, "Yes, World: A Mosaic of Meditation", Baron Publishing, 1970, page 53.
If you have the opportunity, would you correct the spelling to Mary Jean Irion, so search engines pick it up? (Which is how I found this blog.)
By the way, I've enjoyed reading your blog posts and hope your life is still happy. Best wishes! Tina Rowe
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