6.13.2010

welcome morning


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 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.

-Anne Sexton

3 comments:

Kay said...

the written words goes on forever... lovely.

7upkels said...

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

That is so beautiful. Ashley is, too. Does she leave this week?

I hope to see you soon!! I'm still so sad that I had to miss out on Friday! I hope your bridal shower was lovely!

adri. said...

love love love it. that's triple love right there.