Morning Prayers

new mercies

Another day begins
stretching its arms up
to brush away the dark.

In the morning let me know your love, O Lord.

New mercies and joy arrive each day.
Some mornings
new mercies look like a cup coffee;
joy like fresh fruit on my cereal.

In the morning let me know your love, O Lord.

I confess my sins
to rows of crocheted stitches,
knowing they reserve judgment
only for miscounts and bad gauge.

In the morning let me know your love, O Lord.

Today I pray for peace to be known,
for voices to be heard,
for humility to reign.

In the morning let me know your love, O Lord.

You say,
“The prayers of the righteous availeth much.”
I hope that the prayers
of the unrighteous
availeth at least a little.

In the morning let me know your love, O Lord.

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About Alise

I’m a lot of things, but more than anything else, I’m a woman in progress. I’m finding that out more and more all the time. Knitting is just a series of knots. I hope as my tangled thoughts are put out there, they will weave together into something that adds a little bit of beauty to the world.
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