God, I come to sunrise from news
of a newly seen nebula
that is a birthplace of stars,
a phone message wanting my opinion
on the politics of my troubled nation,
worry about a friend’s health,
the bowed-head yellow
of yesterday’s grocery store sunflower,
and regret for hasty, unkind words.
I come to this sunrise,
the one sent
by my friend across the world,
with her sails furled, and a tree
clinging to a rock,
in her wintertime,
not so far from Antarctica.
It is our earth’s star, that warms her chill,
and summers me sweaty,
our morning that calls us
however far we are from each other,
our chances to offer love,
mend brokenness,
speak slow words, kind words,
act at least once for justice.
Our heads are bowed,
and we are never alone. amen
Photo sent to me by my friend Beverley Osborn is called “Winter sunrise over Rakiura/Stewart Island” It is her home.
Maren C. Tirabassi is a United Church of Christ (US) pastor, author of twenty-two books and workshop leader. Her new novel in the Rev and Rye Cozy Mystery series, “Death at Fair Havens” was released in April. She blogs at gifts in open hands at wordpress dot com.
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