All This is God

I thought I’d start the day with a poem I like by Ann Sexton, titled Welcome Morning. It is a good reminder of all we have to be grateful for.

There is joy
in all:
in the hair I brush each morning,
in the Cannon towel, newly washed,
that I rub my body with each morning,
in the chapel of eggs I cook
each morning,
in the outcry from the kettle
that heats my coffee
each morning,
in the spoon and the chair
that cry “hello there, Anne”
each morning,
in the godhead of the table
that I set my silver, plate, cup upon
each morning.

All this is God,
right here in my pea-green house
each morning
and I mean,
though often forget,
to give thanks,
to faint down by the kitchen table
in a prayer of rejoicing
as the holy birds at the kitchen window
peck into their marriage of seeds.

So while I think of it,
let me paint a thank-you on my palm
for this God, this laughter of the morning,
lest it go unspoken.

The Joy that isn’t shared, I’ve heard,
dies young.


2 thoughts on “All This is God

  1. This deep upswell of gratitude speaks to me. While reading such intense awareness and acceptance, I also feel that whatever name I call God doesn’t matter. Even he/ she/ it/ or, silence with a reverent breath.

    Yes! Sometimes the surge of great love comes as an IS. I am not separate from others who call the divinity of life by some other name. Ava Dale Johnson

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