in the hair I brush each morning,
in the cannon towel newly washed, that I rub my body with each morning
in the outcry from the kettle that heats my tea each morning...
in the spoon and the chair that cry, "Hello there..." each morning
in the spoon and the chair that cry, "Hello there..." each morning
in the godhead of the table that I set my silver, plate, cup upon each morning. All this is God, right here in my pea green house each morning
and I mean, though often forget, to faint down by the kitchen table in prayer of rejoicing as the holy birds at the kitchen window peck for their marriage of seeds.
So while I think of it, let me paint a thank you on my palm for this God,
this laughter of the morning, lest it go unspoken. The joy that isn't shared,
I've heard dies young." -Anne Sexton
2 comments:
Amen!
Beautiful Barb! The poem AND the images! xo
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