God's prayers

                 Oh, my people, the confetti of stars, the birds calling “Surprise!” from every tree, Spring standing again on your front porch in her flowery dress with an armful of blossoms if only you would open the door, the little rise in you when you see one glorious thing, these are my prayers to you. The ache for me in your meditations, the questions your heart asks without you, the invisible possibility that this enemy could become a friend, these are my prayers to you. Those words in the closed book, the unopened letter about forgiveness and release, these are my prayers to you. Your sorrow over the world and its woes, your hesitation at the news, your deep weary sigh, these are my prayers to you. The mystery of the light folded into what is, what I am about to do, these are my prayers to you. Oh my people, in your mercy, hear my prayer.

__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net

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