soul food friday

in the morning he wakes me...

working the night shift leaves him awake in the moonlight and darkness

even on nights off

he prowls the house on the other side of my daytime

while I am asleep

So we go outside together into the pre-dawn

me with my cup of coffee

and he with his chamomile tea

from the Psalms

open my lips, oh Lord,  and my mouth shall proclaim thy praise

create in me a clean heart, oh God, and renew a right spirit within me

search me and know my heart, try me and know my thoughts;

and see if there be any wicked way in me

and lead me in the way everlasting

~~~

so we toss ourselves in all our vulnerability at the edge of this big blue ball

we twirl upon

we hold ourselves at the edge

and we feel ourselves turning into the very first light of day

and we enjoy the ride

~~~

 we are driving home from breakfast

when Joe tells me that as we ate he considered his plight

~this crazy beautiful sunrise in a world that's sometimes tortured~

and when he glanced up he noticed the man at the table next to us

had no hands

"tis a gift to be simple, tis a gift to be free

'tis a gift to come down where we ought to be

and when we find ourselves in the place just right

it will be in the valley of love and delight

when true simplicity is gained

to bow and to bend we shan't be ashamed

to turn, turn will be our delight

till by turning, turning we come round right

soul food friday