This morning
as I rose late
with no reason not
I found myself
discovering the beauty
of making the bed.
Every motion with intention,
every touch with tenderness;
carefully, smoothly, turning down
the soft sheets.
“Thank you for a restful sleep,”
I said.
“Thank you that I have you
to snuggle me warm when I’m alone.”
Smiling as I fold you in,
anticipating your embrace
when twilight comes.
Wondering
If every morning task
could be turned back
into such a time of Grace.
Imagine.
And the day has just begun.
(c) Barbara Wood Gray
Morning Liturgy
April 3, 2020
