On a cold winter morning
as I shake the dreams
from my hair
I gather up myself for the day.
Hurrying scurrying to catch up to myself
I stop for a moment to contemplate,
sing my prayer song…pray.
Birds are singing in the garden.
The aging cat stretches in the sunbeams.
Laundry in the wash.
Joy in my heart.
Love in my finger tips….
As your eyes warm my back
Through the Sunlight of the Spirit
I give thanks.