Morning Worship

I opened my door this morning to a breezy cool

I sat on my green porch chair with my just-brewed coffee

And reveled in the morning

So welcome after days of clingy heat

Sounds of the neighborhood

Mellowed by the echoes from the wooden wind chime

Baby blue sky as backdrop to the tender green maple in my front yard

I look down the porches of this row of homes

A narrowing kaleidoscope of hanging plants and Adirondack chairs

My heart is filled with gratitude for the friends and family

Who have enriched our lives in this house

And in fact make it possible for us to live here

I am grateful for the gift this place has been

A good place to raise my children

And this morning this porch is sacred ground