Morning Prayer

In the sparkling early morn, I look beyond my fence,
Down the careful backyards, one after the other,
Between serene rows of homes to the left and to the right:
Their decks, azaleas, gardens radiating færie.

Along that luminous road, God's mystery opens up:
The unseen and the unheard shine in the brilliance:

What wizards have passed in the night?
What humans will emerge in the day?
What deep beauty lies in the ground?
Where will God take me today?

©1999, John A. Mills