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Two years ago this month, my wife Dallis and I stayed for a week on the north shore of Lake Tahoe. Here’s a poem I wrote that Sunday morning as I looked out upon the day!

Praying on Sunday

There are many to-morrows, my love, my love,
            But only one to-day.
            Joaquin Miller

On a Sunday morning like this
I am routinely in my study
gathering words to express peoples’ prayers
revisiting my sermon for flow and transitions
giving thought to a benediction.

Today I look out at towering pines
snow-brushed hills
blue sky meeting bluer water
birds of the air and creatures of the earth
my study renovated and redecorated
by all that God has made.

This life—
a particular path toward tomorrow’s tomorrow—
one day so often meeting the next
with little more than the passing recognition
that time flees before us we grow older we die—

This life is a prayer
written on the tips of wings and branches
carried on the breath of the winds
lived upon the altar of the earth.

On a Sunday morning like this
there is holy ground everywhere I look.
I enter my temporary study
and prepare to pray
my heart spilling over with gratitude.

Words (c) 2012 Mark Lloyd Richardson
Photos (c) 2012 Dallis Day Richardson

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