Sunday Mornings

Sunday is one of my favorite days. This morning I woke up to more peaceful sunlight. How fantastic. There are other reasons my morning is putting a smile on my face, too.  I'll mention only a couple of them...
I'm sitting on my couch watching Sunday Morning, on CBS.  So far they've covered the personality-factor, or lack thereof, of politicians. Transitioned then to general charisma, something about AT&T (I wasn't paying attention, I guess), and then this really cool software program that turns spoken word into song! The Gregory Brothers have really taken advantage of it.  Quite amusing. Now CBS Sunday morning, is talking about football uniforms. And how the Portland Ducks haven't worn the same exact uniform for a game in several years. And Maryland is apparently following suit. Football players on the catwalk?  Interesting. And fish and chips oil turned into to taxi cab fuel! Amazing!

Well, I should get on with my day. Here's a morning poem for you. Hopefully it's not a repeat, but if so, it's a good one --so repeating it doesn't hurt.

Morning Poem

Every morning

the world

is created.

Under the orange

sticks of the sun

the heaped

ashes of the night

turn into leaves again

and fasten themselves to the high branches ---

and the ponds appear

like black cloth

on which are painted islands

of summer lilies.

If it is your nature

to be happy

you will swim away along the soft trails

for hours, your imagination

alighting everywhere.

And if your spirit

carries within it

the thorn

that is heavier than lead ---

if it's all you can do

to keep on trudging ---

there is still

somewhere deep within you

a beast shouting that the earth

is exactly what it wanted ---

each pond with its blazing lilies

is a prayer heard and answered

lavishly,

every morning,

whether or not

you have ever dared to be happy,

whether or not

you have ever dared to pray.

~ Mary Oliver ~