Tuesday, July 11, 2017

A Morning Prayer


Cholla Garden Sunrise

Prayer for the Morning

by Audette Fulbright Fulson


Did you rise this morning,
broken and hung over
with weariness and pain
and rage tattered from waiting to lawn in a brutal wind?
Get up, child.
Pull your bones upright
gather your skin and muscle into a patch of sun,
Draw breath deep into your lungs;
you will need it
for another day calls to you.
I know you ache.
I know you wish the work were done
and you
with everyone you have ever loved
were on a distant shore
safe, and unafraid.
But remember this,
tired as you are:
you are not alone.
Here
and here
and here also
there are others weeping
and rising
and gathering their courage.
You belong to them
and they you
and together,
we will break through
and bend the art of justice
ll the way down
into their lives.


By Audette Fulson, an ordained Unitarian minister in Cheyenne, Wyoming.

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