Morning Petitions

~ Eric Potter Let the birds sing back the sun. Let the dew anoint the grass, the sky grow pale with longing and the trees breathless to receive the light. Let the flowers open their throats to bees bearing the golden host, murmuring benediction. Let the squirrels gather the day’s manna, and the rabbits keep their brown vigils, feeding on secret tenderness. Let the deer, ghosting field and forest, find rest in their beds of laurel. Let the breeze rouse leaf and branch, let each bush grow glad with green.