mornings

(inspired by bob)

mornings are slow.
no longer the feast of competent productivity,
the rushing here and there from appointments, to jobs to tasks.
a class and conversations in between. attempting to manage many lists.

the morning starts with tea and my husband reading the Psalms.
it takes longer to get going.
held back by the natural order of things,
there has been loss--
priorities change whether i want them to or not.

misplaced identities stripped away.
a humbling time, this slowing down.
a time to carry very small things,
to live in between.
and to receive.

to take quiet walks hand in hand,
slivers of yellow leaves flying
on the warm autumn air.

praying with hands outstretched:
only You can supply what i need.
only You could have guided toward this very small
joy.