How I’ve Started to Pray

And if god is in everything—in the bend of the river
and the apricot tree, the song of the blackbird
and the awkward smile of the little ballerina
in purple who wandered out tonight onto the stage
to join a dance recital already in progress—
a dance class that wasn’t even hers— yes, if god
is in everything, and I believe god is—
in the dishrag, in the man who throws
bottles at the people marching for peace,
even in this angriest red sliver of me,
if god is in everything then maybe that is why
I have started to want to pray to everything—
or maybe more truly, to pray with everything—
the wave, the blossom, the awkward smile,
the dirty cotton, the broken glass, the rising ache,
the wonder that opens in me when I trust
there was never even a half of a moment when we all
did not deeply, fully, wholly belong to each other.

—Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

— Opening poem chosen and read by Nancy L.

Spring green – spectacular color of promise and hope.

Resurrection fern – so appropriate the week before Easter – we, too, are all connected and can rise.

— Photos and reflections by Bonnie L.

God is in everything… the trees reaching toward the heavens, the radiant purple irises, the brick wall built with strong hands, the prickly, the fallen… we deeply, fully, wholly belong to each other.

— Photos and reflection by Nancy L.