Prayer - Tonijean Bernbaum

[Lawrence Robinson]

Prayer

It doesn’t matter
where I begin 
or how it begins.
It could be a tulip in its last day of bloom
or a baby pine sprinkled with snow
or a walnut in its shell 
or a stone from the river bed at a sacred site.
 
It could be a chipmunk
or the scurrying of a chipmunk
on the pile of fresh cut oak
fragrant n the peripheral of dawn’s first light.
 
Could be the deer
eating the apple
or the deer dung
or the emerald patch of moss
where the dung was dropped.
 
I find it quite impossible 
to begin a prayer.
It’s already going on 
All the time
everywhere.

	- Tonijean Bernbaum
 
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