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