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.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author
Published in "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World" 

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