Sweet Ashley shared this poem today.
It is one of my favorites, and I thought it might become one of yours too.
Goodbye to Ash, such a beautiful person inside and out.
She will be so missed by me.
There is joy
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
in the outcry from the kettle
that heats my coffee
in the spoon and the chair
that cry "hello there, Anne"
in the godhead of the table
that I set my silver, plate, cup upon
right here in my pea-green house
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.
let me paint a thank-you on my palm
for this God, this laughter of the morning,
lest it go unspoken.