A Call to Worship: All that is Worthy of Praise

Something I got to read at a church service our Writers' Group facilitated...

All that is worthy of praise,

direct your voices to we

who hardly

acknowledge the day.

Show us your perfect, pearly feline claw,

your dark dog lashes,

your figure in the fun-house mirror

telling us always to laugh.

Remind us of gardening hands,

the way waves eat a shoreline,

how a pair of pants fresh from the drier

feels on a winter’s day.

Tell us when we spend more time searching

for the crack in the cup than we do making

the tea, when we revel in our own ruin, feasting

our minds on famished souls, rendering

ourselves only empty.

All that is worthy of praise,

when the rain pools on the pavement,

when lightening sears the sky,

and when thunder knocks at our very hearts,

give us wisdom to listen:

“I am here! Come now. Worship.”