My Crisp October Morning
Who made the Earth?
The stars and the moon?
Who told the Sequoias to grow so tall?
And who made the raven?
This raven –
perched upon my fence post
singing her bird songs
and scanning the ground for worms
Swooping down to snatch one
and unhinging her jaw
as she slides her meal down her throat
before snapping her dark wings
and floating away
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is –
but I do know how to pay attention
How to gaze at the stars and the moon
How to kneel in the tall grass and the wildflowers
How to be idle and blessed
How to watch the leaves fall
to their inevitable death
Which is what I’m currently doing
on this crisp, October morning
and staring out the window
with the day at my fingertips
waiting to be lived
Tell me, is there a better way to spend my day?
Because just like those falling leaves
doesn’t everything die?
And much too soon?
Tell me, how do you plan to spend your day?
Your remaining, precious life?
By Kristian of Life Lessons Around the Dinner Table