Morning Prayer

I praise you, loving Father,
For the morning, the grey light
Falling through window blinds
Announcing your mercies
Through the night

I praise You for pen and paper
Although my mind seems empty
Of thought
For meandering cats roaming
Irresponsible through this suburban
Paperboard palazzo on the edge 
Of the juniper-filled arroyo
For coyote songs in the night
Muffled through sheetrock walls
I praise you, all-bestowing Father
For the grace of this grey lit morning.

Author: Duncan MacNae

Exiled Gael, scion of the Dust Bowl, dweller within Divine Grace, admirer of mountains, I have made my peace with trout and the starlings. Looking for a river and healing trees. duncanmacduncan5@gmail.com View all posts by Duncan MacNae