I finger my cycling days like prayer beads.
Here is the blessing of the morning shower.
And here I serve my creatures and their needs.
Each of my appointed duties has its hour.
I finger my cycling days like prayer beads.
I take my meals. I read my books. Delights
sometimes arrive like well-known friends. And when
evening comes, I have my bed. These rites
say over and over: amen, amen, amen.
I finger my cycling days like prayer beads.