I was struck with the irony of my grumpiness at having my prayer time disrupted by a gorgeous sunrise. This has happened to me on several occasions. Who says God doesn’t have a sense of humor!
The entire poem is printed here, and is also in a PDF format.
Holy Distraction, Batman!
My morning devotional reading was interrupted
– repeatedly –
by the distraction of the sunrise.
How do I attend to my prayers,
to the theology of the written word,
when the pinks and blues and golds
persistently flow into me?
Oh. Right.