Opening my eyes on rising:
“O Lord, anoint me
With the oil of gladness.”

Bathing and breakfast
Follow with forgetfulness.
My heartfelt entreaties
Fade from memory,
As day draws me
To familiar action.

You, my Friend,
Do not forget.
Your pleasure
Is my sanctification,
And Your delight,
My consolation.

Singing my soul
Invites me
To join her prayer.
Harmonious melody
Ascends to the throne of God,

Born aloft on angel wings,
Echoing the forever
Praise of seraphim,
And I, bowing head and knee,
Rejoice before the Lord of all.

© Joann Nelander 2012

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