• Rev. Ani

Poems From The Porch



Angels Bearing Gifts


The clouds were lonesome for the earth this morning

so they dropped in for a visit.

Their thick, white dampness has made the hummingbirds shy.


Other avians, however, are gossiping with excitement,

and a lone cricket is chirping, “Hello!”

The cats are laying dormant

in the presence of this foggy guest.


As the delicate opagueness envelops me,

a prayer arises from within.


May I be a hospitable presence in the world.


May I welcome the diversity of arrivals

that knock on the door of my heart.


May I bow in reverence to their holiness, and


May I recognize them all as angels bearing gifts.