Wednesday, September 29, 2021
Katie Snipes Lancaster
For we rejoice
when we are weak
and you are strong.
This is what we pray for,
that you may become perfect.
2 Corinthians 13:9
A Look at Joy
There is joy
in the hair I brush each morning,
in the Cannon towel, newly washed,
that I rub my body with each morning,
in the chapel of eggs I cook
in the outcry from the kettle
that heats my coffee
in the spoon and the chair
that cry “hello there, Anne”
in the godhead of the table
that I set my silver, plate, cup upon
All this is God,
right here in my pea-green house
and I mean
though often forget,
to give thanks,
to faint down by the kitchen table
in a prayer of rejoicing
as the holy birds at the kitchen window
peck into their marriage of seeds.
So while I think of it,
let me paint a thank-you on my palm
for this God, this laughter of the morning,
lest it go unspoken.
The Joy that isn’t shared, I’ve heard,
(“Welcome Morning” by Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton. Mariner Poems, 1999)
I am painted with gratitude, O God,
My laughter, a song of thanks.
I am fainting with joy,
The shared song of life, an outcry of love.
Do not let this joy go unshared.
Peek into our lives and let it grow.
Plant seeds of delight along our path.