There is joy
in the hair I brush each morning, . . .
in the chapel of eggs I cook
in the outcry from the kettle
that heats my coffeeeach morning . . .
Through Anne’s reverent eyes I meet my morning routine as ritual.
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.
There is beauty all over my bed
In the bristle of Ted’s brow on my lips
In gentle rain on the roof
In soft cat kisses on my cheek as Maya kneads a memory
of her mother into my pillow
In the bubbling of my [Coach's] oatmeal
in the hummingbirds around their feeder
seeking an early Spring
Heaven on earth in my beloved hillside home
In having one more day to love my life.
I forget to be anywhere but now
offering heartful praise
for bountiful waves of bliss
In reciting our own appreciation, our lives, and our morning breakfast cups, overflow with gratitude. We transform the ordinary into the extraordinary.
Anne Sexton’s poem ends:
The joy that isn't shared I've heard,
So--I’d love to know—how does your morning sound?
P.S. May I share another delicious discovery? It is the new brand of Coach's Oatmeal, available in large bags at Costco. It truly tastes like the Scottish brand you need to simmer forever, but takes only five minutes.