Monday, June 11, 2007

Dearest God,

"My soul longeth, yea fainteth in the house of the Lord..." A clip of a song I sang a long time ago. I think our church choir sang it a few months back. I've heard it somewhere recently.

Sacred settings take me to holy places. And anywhere that I experience the holy is the house of the Lord for me. Of course, nothing substitutes the church gathering on Sunday mornings in the holy house of God. At the same time I am close with you in my garden.

This morning I observed a blackish green hummingbird flying through the garden enjoying the purple clematis and bright orange lillies. Two robins playing, sparing together. Heard the sounds of a train clacking down the tracks, a plane flying overhead, cars leaving for work. Although the sounds of life are all around me, I still find my peace in the garden.

The balance of quiet and sound remind me I am not alone in the universe. I am both silent with God, yet I have my place in the human symphony. I live in both worlds. I like both, being participants in each. I find joy.

In my quiet resting place, I will go in the next few minutes to edge the area surrounding the pines. Then I will read an application before I make my way to work. I will dedicate myself to the sacred, knowing full well God is with me. No, that I am with God.

Keep my mind on you,
all day long,
Great and Holy God.
I long only
to be part and parcel
of you.
Make all that I do
a display of holiness,
bringing peace
into the places I pilgrim.
My love is always
with you.

Love, Andrea