Morning Prelude by Kayleen Asbo
I woke this morning
With Bach's E Major Prelude
Dancing with Mary Oliver
And I thought- yes.
This is my work, too--
To love the world and my messy, imperfect self
Just as they are.
To cherish the fog as she wraps her downy blanket
Around the rosemary bush
And savor the shafts of sunlight
As they stretch their fingers to touch
The newborn buds of the olive tree.
It is my task today
To adore each beautiful and wayward thing:
The shy sparrow,
The squawking crow,
The dappled fawn
And above all,
To welcome the miraculous salamander
Who made his way through the fires of loss
To arrive at my doorstep
Eyes full of wonder
Heart beating with hope
Laden with love.
Mysteries by Kayleen Asbo
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