The First Sounds of the Morning

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

What if you dedicated

the first sounds of the morning

to gratitude?

What then?

Might the birds, having just

limbered their wings and

stretched out the toes that

gripped all through the night,

comment on

your voice at dawn?

Might the trees who have

known so little appreciation for

their shade and fruits,

cry,

like lovers cry when the

moment they never believed

would come

is suddenly a memory?

Might the sun, a

Master of Power,

finally learn what it

feels like to receive warmth?

I’ve heard the jack-in-the-pulpit

silently rendering a sermon,

and watched a muskrat put his

hands in prayer position

just before nibbling off golden

flower heads

as dawn pinked.

I’m thinking that it would be good

to realize that we are home

every morning,

and to give thanks for the

privilege.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

From "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"
Published by Talking Waters Press

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