A Call to Worship

A Call to Worship

(could be read antiphonally)

 

We might not have thanked you

Recently for capillaries,

For all the things we cannot see

That keep us going, anyway:

 

The roots of trees

Underneath;

The tunnels through which

Things creep, which break

Up the land

To keep it porous

 

The ozone layer,

Hard to breathe;

The relationship between the

Earth and moon;

The soles of our feet,

When we’re wearing shoes

 

For what gratitude might look like,

If we could hold it in our hands

Like cupped water from

A faucet;

For the pipes set to reach the source

And for the source

 

For hydrogen and oxygen

That come together,

Making a miracle

Of molecules

 

Thank you for the easy and the difficult,

For everything that mixes up

To make our lives

And what we’re gifted with

Today

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Lorenzo Spoleti on Unsplash

Patmos, Greece

 

city’s strange noises (haiku)

city’s strange noises

source of which I’ll never know

feel like country mouse

 

(from stepping outside first thing this morning)