The only prayer I ever say . . .

Posted on November 8, 2009


. . . is Thank you. Thank you for this day. I favor a simple theology, and do not trouble myself overmuch about who might be listening. Perhaps it is only the other molecules of light and shadow that fill the universe alongside my grateful self. I know only that I did not arrange this splendor, but I am glad that it was done. I have, as the sign outside the Eastport Baptist Church suggests, taken my pulse, and finding it throbbing, discovered something for which to be thankful.

Shameless gaudy sunset

Mama Nature is a shameless hussy, flinging a sunset like this across the Bay, and I am another for taking its picture and posting it here, but neither of us is repentant. There will undoubtedly be some gritty realism coming along in the next day or two, as I am on a tear about several different things. Besides, it could be worse. I could have posted the sunset picture as “Auto Corrected” by Microsoft Office Picture Manager. Talk about gaudy.

Auto corrected sunset indeed