Sunday, August 29, 2010

prayer poem.

"whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray"
mary oliver

praying with my wrist
these words
this ink

praying to the morning
that it made it here

prayer is thank you

praying is breathing a lot
of the day &
there are so many sounds
of a prayer

it can be silent or
it can be the whisk
hitting the side of the bowl
like it means business
and this thing is going to come out whipped

there is so much to learn
when we get quiet
like this

we make room for the prayers
that want to come in

i want everyone to know
their own story -
begin sharing them
with a wooden spoon

telling the tales of those bowls in the hutch
stirring corn, leeks,
salted butter

creating a home
framed in an aroma of protection
a scent shield

believing in this creating
what goes in our bellies
makes us shine


1 comment:

  1. That is GORGEOUS Jules! Made me cry a little... Thank you!