Poet’s Morning Prayer

God, who created by a word, wake me 
and make me attentive to the present moment.
Help me to measure words as precisely 
as a cabinet maker with a micrometer.

Take my feet on a holy wander
to see what you want me to see. 
May my words express wonder
and reveal what is within. 

Give me a multihued palate 
to delight in the taste of life. 
Tune my ears to hear 
the scratch of every secret.

May memories swell
with each scent
and each touch 
feel your vibration. 

Help me grasp the inscape
and not just gaze at the skin
Give me empathy 
when I encounter entombed trauma.

Let me not be a locust in the swarm 
focused on my bite of the pillage
but know who I am: a pilgrim 
on his way to a home yet unknown. 

Let me know who I am
and what I am to do 
and with whom.  Amen. 

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