Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Dearest God,

The angel of truth drew her in the dark hours of the morning. By nightfall the truth had set her free.

A person had come to church to confess, to cleanse the soul. Carrying a burden far too long, tonite she let it all out, holding nothing back. And we listened. And accepted.

But truth, however long held when spoken, leaves a hole in the spirit. And so we lit a candle. Holy smoke rose into the air, carrying away the ugly secret that could no longer hold a freed spirit captive. Released, its powerful sting dissipated, a new soul was born.

We took one another's hands and we prayed. God revealed, transformation alive.

You are the remover of dark secrets,
Holy Father.
You remove the blemishes from our souls,
disclosing to us
the truth,
the beautiful truth
that sets us free.
Every hidden corner
is uncovered,
the light of your spirit
shines into the darkness.
And the cry of a newborn baby
can be heard
in the universe.
And we fall prostrate before you,
yielding our control
willingly,
happily.
Renewed.

Gratefully yours, Andrea