Donna Knutson: Sweet Prayers

 

Sweet prayers oh Holy one

For the closing of our eyes

The snuggling round a pillow

The dog upon a bed.

Gratitude for another day

To begin again

to soften around the sound of jazz

Playing for a few more minutes.

Sweet hour of gratitude for living in human form

For noticing brokenness and sitting next to it anyway.

For holding hands and believing in words that may make another feel better

and then they are gone.

Sweet glimpses of your grace

And resting in mistakes.

Holding sacred next to stubbornness

And Wisdom next to mercy.

Sweet eyes of hope

Sweet ears of whispers

Sweet smells of lantana in pots by the front door.

Sweethearts

Sweet dreams.

Beauty

  ― Donna Knutson