Christmas Eve prayer in the Smoky Mountains.
Dec 24, 2023
On the Christmas Eve morning
I prayed with the squirrels; them,
in their folded hands, holding
cracked acorns; me in my stretched out
arms holding broken questions.
Who will receive an answer, I think,
was not our preoccupation.
Enlightened by the warmth of
the low winter sun — gratitude
was the hymn we all sang.
