Thursday, June 25, 2009

Welcome Morning

Welcome Morning
by Anne Sexton

There is joy
in all:
in the hair I brush each morning,
in the Cannon towel, newly washed,
that I rub my body with each morning,
in the chapel of eggs I cook
each morning,
in the spoon and the chair
that cry "hello there, Anne"
each morning,
in the godhead of the table
that I set my silver, plate, cup upon
each morning.

All this is God,
right here in my pea-green house
each morning
and I mean,
though often forget,
to give thanks,
to faint down by the kitchen table
in a prayer of rejoicing
as the holy birds at the kitchen window
peck into their marriage of seeds.

So while I think of it,
let me paint a thank-you on my palm
for this God, this laughter of the morning,
lest it go unspoken.

The Joy that isn't shared, I've heard,
dies young.


[Note: This poem by Anne Sexton is one of many in the book titled, Good Poems, a compilation of memorable poems that were selected and read by Garrison Keillor on his morning radio show, The Writer's Almanac...]

7 comments:

JoWynn Johns said...

Thanks for the poem, and for all the fun of your Fathers' Day festivities you showed us. What great ideas!

Barbara C said...

Thanks for the beautiful poem. It captures a sense of wonder at the gift of each new morning (my favorite part of the day). Have a great one!

Ingrid Mida said...

How beautiful! Have a wonder-filled morning.

Allison Ann Aller said...

Such sweetness in that poem!
And I'm loving that patriotic project brewing.... ;-)

Sheila said...

I read this on CNN this morning and thought of your blog!

"Happiness is contagious in social networks

If you're feeling great today, you may end up inadvertently spreading the joy to someone you don't even know."

Thank you, Susan!

pam T said...

Love the poem! and yeah, just what do you have going on with the patriotic bead collection there? Can't wait to see!
Thanks for making so many of my mornings wonder-filled!

Wanda said...

I love mornings when I feel this way. I try to make sure I feel this inspired, grateful and thankful some time each and every day. In a perfect world, I could do it. But for now, I'm happy that it happens as often that it does. I know what you are feeling when you read that poem

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