At Every Turn - Mark Nepo

[Lawrence Robinson]

At Every Turn

When I sweat trying to lift
what no one can lift,
I am praying.
When I fly 1000 miles to be
stopped by the moon on the
spine of an ancient mountain,
I am praying.
When I fall on the lawn in laughter
with my dog and she won’t stop
licking my face,
I am praying.
When you are winded by the light
on the photo of your mother
who died so suddenly,
you are praying.
When your grief lets you feel the
pain of those you don’t know,
you are praying.
When life moves through us
for no reason,
we are all praying.
I am humbled that all my efforts
to pray have failed, until
living is praying
with no intent.
Now, my heart is plucked
like the string of a harp
at every turn.

	- Mark Nepo
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