a prayer for wonder
once I worked
for an old tired man
whose window framed
a stunning view:
Mount Rainier
in snow-capped glory
awestruck, I pointed it out
he slowly shook his head
that old thing?
he scoffed and sighed
I’ve seen it a million times
I am he
or could be
please let me stay in wonder
the yeasty smell of
fresh baked rolls
the quiet dark of
a winter morn
the warmth of
Etta’s hand in mine
the miracles
I might dismiss
because I’m tired
because I’m old
because I’ve seen them a million times
Love this!
Thanks so much, Judy! xo
Awwwww. I love this. Me too!
You’re the best, Sue, thanks!
Wonderful reminder of a wonderful aspect of LIFE. Thank you, V!
Thanks so much, Kelcie!
I remember when you worked for the old man, V, and you told us this story. There’s not much you can do for a depressed person except to be there and not let yourself get dragged down into negativity. I love your prayer to stay in wonder of “all things great and small,” the cinnamon rolls, Etta’s hand in yours, the realization that you are doing great writing, that you are amazing.
Thank you, Jeanne! Your artwork helps me stay in wonder. xo