This morning I ask only/ the blessing of the crayfish (poetry diary 96– Thanksgiving poems 2016: 3) PRAYER Joseph Bruchac Let my words be bright with animals, images the flash of a gull’s wing. If we pretend that we are at the center, that moles and kingfishers, eels and coyotes are at the edge of grace, – Read rest of poem Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.