Prayers at Sunrise The world is too beautiful for someone like me, who, after so many days in this world, still doesn’t know the name of the bird that rouses me each morning with a loopy coil of sound or what the morning means in the trilling songs, that sound like joy, which is maybe the natural state for wild things waking, who greet the dawn with praise, and are not cluttered with tangles of irrelevant fretting. My ingratitude shames me and I mourn all the sunrises I have missed, and will miss. in this all too short life I am blessed with.
Dorothy Cantwell has worked as an educator, actress, and playwright, Her work has been published in the Long Island Literary Journal, Brownstone Poets Anthology, Constellate Literary Journal, Flash Boulevard, Assisi: An Online Journal of Arts & Letters, River and South Review, Poetrybay, and Angel City Review, among other print and online journals. She has been featured at various venues in NYC where she lives and works. She studies poetry with Sister Fran McManus in the St Francis of Assisi Poetry Workshop.

What a stunning poem, Dorothy! 💜
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