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.