Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Dear God,

The brilliant orange yellow ball rose in the sky as I left home early for mass. Mesmerized by the magnificent beauty I could hardly keep my eyes on the road. I looked at the sun, then the road, sun, road. That astronomical wonder kept me gazing.

The sun knows what to do. Daily it rises and sets, providing just the right amount of sunlight and darkness. I know it will come up and go down. But I'm always stunned for a moment as I witness it rising above the horizon. Without it, no life.

As I climbed the rocky steps to the monastery, I witnessed flowers that weren't there last week. Suddenly they stood, their tiny, fragile white heads standing straight and tall. Bunches of them.

Spring continues to amaze me. I feel it in my soul. This newness of life speaks powerfully. I can't stop it. Don't want to. It is happening all around me, all over the place. I expect it, but still am filled with wonder of it all.

Yesterday in the garden I pruned. Those bushes don't look as bright and beautiful as before. But I know they will grow. It's what they are designed to do. They will be radiant with color in just a few weeks.

Spring is in my soul. And I hope my own soul soil is fertile enough to allow fullness of growth.

May I grow
in your light,
Great Master.
May I find blossoms
growing within me.
May the radiance
of your light
spring forth
new life in me.
May the scent
of your own Self
offer new fragrance
through me.
May I
like the early morning flowers
stand straight and tall,
beautiful
for the world.

Lovingly, Andrea