We practice giving thanks
as You knit together dusk, dawn and afternoon,
filling them with miracles:
with light and sparkling dark, with voice and touch
through winding paths of our desires,
ups and downs, peaks and troughs.
Our days move like sea waves, sound waves,
electrical heart pulses.
We swim among wonders
and pause to pray
Your compassion won’t leave us,
Your mercy won’t cease.
