Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser
How many mornings have I risen and forgotten that
rising is a gift? The sun streaming through my window,
or a grey horizon, or rain pelting the metal roof: gifts.
And, the bird song or just bird banter. The dogs begging
with their big brown eyes to be fed the same kibble
they were fed yesterday and all the days before. Gifts.
Mornings deserve tenderness, a caress of gratitude, a
little recognition that nothing is promised. I think that
we could learn to say, “Thank you!” to the sunrise
and keep the world alive.
© 2016-2018/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Conversations with Mary"
To be published by Talking Waters Press
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