I pray for the courage to dance more often
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

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