Pondering Prayers

I was pondering on the majesty of the dragonfly,

whose delicate bodies propel them from flower to flower,

skillfully extracting the necessary food for survival,

I was pondering how my great pines,

whose branches stretch out across my lawn,

creating artistic shadows for painters delight,

while offering shade and safety for my resident raccoon,

I was pondering leaves instinctively changing their colors,

without hesitation or remorse.

I was pondering these things and more,

when I realized what a miracle they all are,

not requiring a prayer, nor plea to the heavens above.

it is us, the lowly humans, who struggle everyday

to make sense, to search for balance, to cry out for justice,

it is us who pray. pondering about the very essence of G-D..

When will we surrender as all of nature does so effortlessly,

and simply and softly become the prayer

a.c.tomasulo