For the sunrise at seven this morning
for our son bounding into the bedroom
for Mommy look at the sunrise
come see the beautiful sunrise
for the sleep I rubbed from my eyes
and the slumber from my eyelids
for my dry throat croaking of course I do
for the pastel sweep of pink and orange
every bougainvillea bloom in the world
piled up across the horizon
for it's pink! it's orange and pink!
although a few minutes later
he said aww, now the orange is all gone
and I said that's why I'm so glad
you woke me at exactly this moment --
Earlier this week I taught a short psalm-writing workshop at Congregation Beth Israel as part of the Berkshire Festival of Women Writers. One of the things we did during that workshop was cultivate material we could use in writing our own psalms of gratitude and thanksgiving. Then we took some time to write together. Here's what I wrote.