I pray for the courage to dance more often
when the gold of the rising sun enhances the oak’s rusts and yellows
when the gold of the rising sun enhances the oak’s rusts and yellows
I pray for the self-release to stretch my hands skyward
when a moment of joy relieves the weight of stress on my shoulders
I pray for the chutzpah to laugh out loud
at the ironies of life, the small humors amidst the strains
I pray for the levity to whistle
at random, out of tune, as I walk through the day
I pray for the ease of spirit to love freely
like a fallen leaf tumbling across the ground without restraint