At the bottom of the stairs in my house is a print with this excerpt from the poem Invitation, by Mary Oliver.
It is a serious thing
Just to be alive
On this fresh morning
In the broken world
I look at this every day. I stop and read it every day, sometimes several times throughout the day. I take a few moments and consider the words, what they mean for me as I read them at that particular moment in my life. I think it is the thing I do that is most like a daily prayer.
The range of thoughts and emotions these simple words have provoked in me is shocking. (Something so little has such a big emotional effect!)