The ordinary miracles begin. Somewhere
a signal arrives: “Now,” and the rays
come down. A tomorrow has come. Open
your hands, lift them: morning rings
all the doorbells; porches are cells for prayer.
Religion has touched your throat. Not the same now,
you could close your eyes and go on full of light.
William Stafford, Today
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This is lovely. I have only recently been introduced to the poetry of William Stafford and Im so pleased I have ‘met’ him!