A few mornings I’ve sat out on the back porch with an afghan on my lap while saying my morning prayers. It’s been relaxing. Peaceful. All those good words. Peace to your !


To keep company with the dawn,
To slip outside with my bathrobe on,
To sit, enrapt, in the old porch chair,
To breathe, in peace, the newborn air,
To witness nature swaddle the sky
In cloths of rose and golden dye,
To feel as though enfolded there—
This is the genesis of prayer.

© Stephanie Malley
[published in Glass: Facets of Poetry, July 2017]

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