I Worship

I worship robins and rabbits and the cardinals that pause to rest upon the branch outside my window.

I worship the sun, the moon and the stars and the clouds that sometimes shroud them.

I worship Judy and Frank and Bing, the uilleann pipes and the harp.

I worship the rightness of life that is felt when I pass by strangers in my town and we smile at each other.

I worship good deeds, like when a teenager holds the door open for a senior at the mall.

I worship the strength of the frail, the optimism of those who face adversity.

And I worship beautiful women, with their telling eyes, coy smiles, and each and every god-like curve.

I worship.

~ Mark Andrew Nouwen