Morning sunlight flows
through fine curtains; the bedroom’s
buoyant, floats on light.
Morning sunlight’s still
for birds’ trills, it tiptoes like
a ballerina.
Morning sunlight’s blessed,
blesses breakfast, butters up
all the buttercups.
Morning sunlight prays –
rays hold creation in such
delicate fingers.
Johanna Caton, O.S.B., is a Benedictine nun from Minster Abbey in Kent, England. Born in Virginia, she lived in the United States until adulthood, when her monastic vocation took her to England. She writes poetry as a means of understanding the work of God in her life, whose purposes and presence can be elusive until viewed through the more accommodating lens of art and poetry. Her poetry has appeared, or will appear in Green Hills Literary Lantern, Time of Singing Christian Poetry Journal, The Christian Century, and other places.