leftover prayer for breakfast

I do not know if you saw it

because I couldn't bring myself

to break our silent prayer

 

but last night while the navy sky

sputtered a misty haze

   flowers opened

       one--

            I do believe,

                 -- opened with a cricket

(or acquired it shortly thereafter)

and he stood on his hind legs

nose to the stamen,

   not unlike Beth and I,

    the whole duration of their blooming.

 

I'm not sure if he was stuck against his summerly will

   or if it was that very thing which held him there.

the image of him in those flowers stayed with me…

like the leftover prayer I'm having with breakfast.

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Here's one little poem lately, but they've been raining out of me these days… more to come (when I remember to bring my journal to where my computer lives).

 

Grateful list:

-potlucks that turn out to be a quiet night instead, when that's what you needed in the first place

-blackberries, oh blackberries

-buckets of produce=the way to my heart

-canning, is it really canning season already?!

-lightning bugs

-flowers on my desk (thanks to my sweet co-workers)

-birthday visitors from Ohio

-gardens

-being loved

-Micah's patience

-making music with people

-reading Mary Oliver in the morning

-clean water to drink

-rain

-the pace of summer

-healing up old hurts; learning through my past

-learning to love with open hands, in an unexpected way