Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Morning Rain




















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

I am watching the mountains make clouds
out of the morning rain.
I am wondering what goes on inside a person
who can’t come up with the word ‘holy’
to describe this world.

I am contemplating savage beauty, and how
it cuts at the heart so that we might feel
into the fine texture of the fleshy body that conveys
us across this uneven ground for a short while.

Here, under these black walnut trees with
their damp-feathered pairs of indigo buntings,
the invisible hand of the Other lays firmly in the
shallow cup
at the base of my back.

This is what it is like to wake up,
and greet another day.


© 2013-2016/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World" 
Published by Talking Waters Press

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