Good morning, God
in this picture-book, pre-work moment.
Look at that pair of yellow-billed kites
playing in the thermals
above the traffic
with the grace and spirit
you gave them.
Is that the way they greet you at the start of every day?
See the elegant curve of those palm branches
reaching towards you
in the blueness of beyond
then bowing in submission.
Your smiley-face sun is summer-warm
and reflects in the faces of pedestrians
sporting sunshine, sea and pasture colours
and walking with the lightness of summer in their step.
You see, God, I am on my way to the stables to see Flicka
before work today as well as after
- but you know that, don't you? -
However, I know you'll forgive my irrepressible chatter.
You see, you have painted such an uplifting day
that I can't contain my exuberance about it.
And in a few minutes
I'll see Flicka
- watching me from afar -
- wondering if it's me - is it? isn't it? -
then as I get nearer -
that indescribable moment of recognition -
in his stance -
the carriage of his head -
the pricking of his ears -
and when I am close enough to see - the glow in his eyes.
And then, our long hello
that only he and I can understand - and you too God, I suppose.
God, thank you for this sunflower morning.
It is a luxurious cushion for my broken heart.
(4 January 2002)
Diana van den Berg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-morning-god-3/
