Prayer 5

Good morning, God,
it is really early and I wonder,
“How good is this?” when I sit
here in the semi-darkness,
listening to my wife, kids,
in-laws all snoring away,
while I discover again the reason
I love their presence so,
is because you give great gifts,
you don’t give like we give,
withholding ourselves,
but you are the gift of life
to us, and to those we love.
You make a way for us,
to love, and be loved,
because you know us
both as creator and becoming
one with the created.
How strange is that?
You are so mysterious.
I cannot fathom how you work,
how you think, how you do
the miraculous stuff you do.
The family comes drifting in
from the corners of the house
trying not to wake Justin,
sacked out on the couch.
Soon egg strata is in the oven,
bacon is frying, potato pancakes
brown in the electric skillet,
orange juice is poured.
We sit down around the table
to the ‘morning after’ feast
saying thanks again
for your goodness, your love.
I wonder if Joseph ever sat
in the early morning glow
listening to Jesus snore,
thanking you for him,
and Mary, and all the rest
of the relatives gathered
in the house you provided.
Of course, he did.
How can we not?
Thank you...