A thoughtful poem to read and ponder:
This morning I opened my eyes, rolled out of bed onto the floor, and onto my knees, to pray. This is a morning and nightly ritual in our family. My kids are adults now, but the last thing I say to them at night is, “Say your prayers, on your knees.”
I always begin my prayer with … “Thank you, Lord, for waking me up this morning … “ but after saying those words this morning, my prayer was cut short as I jumped up and ran to my desk to pen the piece below. (By the way, I did return to finish my morning prayer).
THE UNCERTAINTY OF LIFE
We lie down, but we don’t know if we’re going to wake up.
We leave the house, without the certainty that we’ll ever return.
We get behind the wheel of a car
Not to go far…
Just a few blocks…
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Maura Beth Brennan 