by Bob Flanagan
Don’t be cross if I don’t pray today.
The blue sky unfolding tugs on my soul;
A pied pony grazes on fresh grass;
Two dark-eyed sparrows swoop, dart, and flit;
And a fresh breeze shakes rain from leaves.
My soul stirs at Creation’s resounding applause
for a daily portion of love pouring forth,
and my soul sings as I behold God’s will be done.
Bob Flanagan has been writing poetry since childhood and majored in Creative Writing with an emphasis on poetry at Trinity College, Hartford, CT. His poems have been published in various publications and newspapers, including Spiritual Director’s International, the Connecticut Bards, and the New Milford Spectrum. He is also an award-winning Christian author, Chaplain at General Theological Seminary, and an Episcopal priest. He enjoys hiking the woods of Litchfield County, Connecticut, with his wife Lanie. You may find his writings here.
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