Call to Prayer

Is there a more compelling call
to prayer
than the Carolina wren's insistent
song, echoing from the apple tree?

Or the vastness of Orion
and Cassiopeia and Gemini
hanging together
in the darkness at 5 am?

Or the windflower wand's 
gentle movement in the
invisible breeze as the
day begins?

Or the ruby-throats' frenzied flight,
restlessly, collectively,
heeding the summons
south?

Is there be a more compelling call
to prayer
than the Mystery that surrounds
us, every day,
every moment
of our lives?