Painted Sky: a morning poem of awareness + blessing

Would I have noticed the sky this morning  

if I hadn’t been dashing out with the trash can

between frying the eggs and packing backpacks?  

Would I have noticed how black turns to gentle grey;

how soft pink creeps in and bleeds to orange    
if I had been lying awake long before the alarm was to blare?

Would I have noticed the gradation of blues    

that layer on each other forming the blue ridge

hemming me in behind and before

Would I have noticed God’s gifts of beauty    

if not in desperate need of a sign of God

Would I?

This poem first appeared on The Mennonite Women of Virginia Blog and was posted on Around the Table in March of 2020.


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