BLESS WHAT THERE IS FOR BEING
Winter Prompt #8
Bless this runny nose.
I am alive.
Bless the ancient white cat
whose long hair covers my clothes.
Bless the darkness outside my window
and the brass lamp that shines
till the dark goes down
the west rim of the horizon.
Bless the notebook and pen,
the words on slips of paper,
the red book, the green-rimmed bowl.
Bless Debbee’s art, and the one bud
on the cactus that always blooms late.
Bless the crack beside my thumbnail
that reminds to to pray
for everyone in pain.