Prayer for this morning

Wednesday, 6:55 a.m., walking the dog.

Oh world, I am grateful for this morning.

This morning
The air was windless, clear, crisp, with a tang of far-off rain.

This morning
I walked west into moonset.
The moon was round, flat, pale: a watery block print on lavender.
The moon set over the cove where a hundred geese rode at anchor.
The moon paused atop gray trees that worshipped it with grasping hands.
The moon set.

This morning
The brants warbled as they floated out toward the bay –
an armada of black, white, and gray.

This morning
I watched the moon set. Good-bye, moon.
I turned and watched the sun rise. Good day, sun.

This morning
Beauty rang like a clear sweet bell in my ears.
In my soul.

Thank you for this morning.