Any day now the branches of the honey locust will be filled with white fountains;
in my hands I will see the holy seeds and a sweetness will rise up
from those petal-bundles so heavy I must close my eyes to take it in,
to bear such generosity....
I hope that you too will pause to admire the slender trunk,
the leaves, the holy seeds, the ground they grow from year after year
with striving and patience;
and I hope that you too will say a word of thanks for such creation
out of the wholesome earth, which would be, and dearly is it needed,
a prayer for all of us.
Dogwood, magnolia, hickory, cedar, and oak
Every day you greet me out my windows
With patience you remind me of
myself, no self, all ourselves
I bow in gratitude
What do you give thanks for today, which is a prayer for all beings?