praise you for birdsong and sheet lightning,
see you reflected in pools of creekwater
and the eyes of stray cats.
Let me talk to yard dogs as if they are my friends and fellow travelers along the sun-tortured highways intoxicated with the love of God.
Let me see the whole world
with eyes incapable of anything but wonder,
and a tongue fluent only in praise, amen.
Based on a passage from Pat Conroy's Prince of Tides, pp. 277-278.
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