First sun ray, overcast, rain, white-out fog,
towering cumulus clouds, thunder snow . . .
regardless,
Every day, I stand outdoors
and lift you up over the little lake here,
and I ask that Creator watch over you,
look you over and grant to you
what is most needed for your thriving,
and to grant to you everything useful—
in ways you can understand—
in ways you can immediately put to good use.
That is my daily prayer for you, without fail,
for whether we have yet broken bread or not,
I know you are alive—
somewhere in our world,
and that together, we spin,
we spin around the sun, together—
the operative word being, ‘together.’
Together.