Todays Prayers

Pardon my muddy feet,
God of raindrops and wriggle worms.
I've been outside,
Splashing in puddles like a child,
trying to rediscover your creations:
Cloak of fog, spider web weavings,
Birds of different feathers
dining peacefully together.
I get too busy to enjoy it.
Thank you for this mud -luscious day
when I am brought to my knees in awe,
The best place to meet you--
as any child knows.
I plan to pray barefoot from now on,
curling my toes and stretching toward you,
becoming like a child,
as you encourage,
so each day can be a whole-body experience.
For it is because of you,
That I am.