31-ish Days of Prayer: Morning Prayer


Welcome Morning

There is joy
in all:
in the hair I brush each morning,
in the Cannon towel, newly washed,
that I rub my body with each morning,
in the chapel of eggs I cook
each morning,
in the outcry from the kettle
that heats my coffee
each morning,
in the spoon and the chair
that cry “hello there, Anne”
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 give thanks,
to faint down by the kitchen table
in a prayer of rejoicing
as the holy birds at the kitchen window
peck into 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.

            by Anne Sexton, from The Awful Rowing Toward God, 1975

Comments

  1. Nancy Sturm says

    Oh, my, how unthankful I feel sitting here in my early morning sleepy stupor. How little we stop to appreciate all the wonders around us. Thanks for sharing that beautiful reminder.

  2. kingfisher says

    Laura, let me “paint a [virtual] thank-you on [your] palm for this God, this laughter of morning”

    May he paint your palms — and heart, mind and soul — with the laughter and joy and wonder that only he can supply.

  3. Mia says

    Dear Laura
    Yes, this is so true for it is God’s power that upholds everything and living in Him brings incredible joy and unspeakable peace to my heart. I sometimes think the birds have more common sense than humans for they make trusting their Provider with such careless abandon seems like the most natural thing (which it is) to do.
    Blessings XX
    Mia

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