The backdoor yawns its welcome
as your paws slip and slide
on wooden floors, you a courier of
locust leaves, golden, mossy green, and crisp.

A fragile baptism peppers the deck,
each shake of limb in autumn wind
arouses flutter bottomward.

I sweep away once more.
Relentlessly they perfect their purpose,
celebrate Your passion.
If all would drop at once
I could keep it at bay, rather,

I release to Your miraculous pattern,
a shift and rare array with each
pad across the porch.

I sit in wonder, not grab
for dominion, You honor
me with grace at each turn,
relinquish marvel in every Breath.

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Author’s Note:

From the Sunday lectionary, September 20, 2015 –  Lectio Divina

Psalm 54: 6, The Message

I’m ready now to worship, so ready.
I thank you, God—you’re so good.