It’s in my waking –
inhaling coffee’s sweet aroma
the cleansing of my skin
the peeling of an orange
the loving of my kin

It’s in my working –
arriving with the others
responding to the needs
meeting expectations
following the leads

It’s in my playing –
talks with caring friends
laughter with my husband
walks with Mother Nature
the gardens that I tend

It’s in my resting –
most of all –
as I lay my head at night
softly on the pillow
dousing out the light

The prayer of grace-filled living
is the richest to recite
the prayer that’s always giving
shines brightest God’s delight