on snow-covered bank
slip-sliding joy on the ice
are they making love
or making fun,
and must these be separate?
then lounging in the sun for a moment
enjoying being alive and being authentic
it makes me want to howl …
oh glorious creature, beautiful animal!
oh glorious day, white-bright winter warmth!
oh glorious God, don’t you beam with delight
at what you have done,
what you are doing
and what you plan for the future?
Help me to believe that my existence glorifies you,
Let me celebrate life like two coyotes on a winter day.