I stumbled today
in my own footprints
embedded in the morning path
I have daily walked
with half-closed eyes
the world a peripheral blur
and with my hands in the earth
a spider's lacy web
drew my eyes up to the trees
she crocheted herself, speckled
across the trail
alluring me through her doorway of
mindfulness,
of beauty transient
on my knees
the soft, white underbelly
of a thousand leaves
invited me to honor each luminous vein
and through the green-gray trunks
a fawn stilt-walked
among the milkweed
the thick sheet of haze
parted
and the blue hills rolled on
and on
Oh, daily, Lord
turn these downcast eyes to You
and all your faces.
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