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

jbdxxx