Welcome Morning

There is joy

in all;

in the hair I brush each morning,

in the Cannon towel, newly washed,

that I rub my body with each morning,

in the chapel of eggs I cook each morning,

in the outcry from the kettle that heats my coffee each morning,

in the godhead of the table that I set my silver, plate, cup upon each morning.


All this is God, 

right here in my pea-green house each morning

and I mean,

though often forget,

to give thanks, 

to faint down by the kitchen table

in a prayer of rejoicing

as the the holy birds at the kitchen window

peck into their marriage of seeds.


So while I think of it,

let me paint a thank-you on my palm

for this God, this laughter of the morning,

lest it go unspoken.


The Joy that isn't shared, I've heard,

dies young. 


by Anne Sexton, "Complete Poems", 455