How Many Mornings

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.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

Published in "Conversations with Mary: Words of Attention and Devotion"

Winner of the Nautilus Book Award silver medal for poetry

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