Saturday, July 21, 2007

Dearest God,

The waves rise and fall. The ocean tide gives its hidden treasures to the shore, sea glass, shells, stones... The earth rocks on its axis. The voice of God speaks.

The dark night of the soul gives way to the new dawn. Lessons learned. Joy returns.

Benevolent God, source of all, you have returned my flesh to its bone. I have seen my insides rise and fall, remembering grace always has the last word.

I awaken to this new dawn within me, a grateful soul. I have ridden the crest of the wave, forgetting that it falls, must fall, its destiny. But just as it falls, so does it rise up in all its glory to crash once again, in tune with its Maker. The rhythm of life.

My soul sings out
its cry,
its praise.
The same God,
you, Glorious One,
hear my prayer
from the inner world
of my soul.
Where God does dwell.
And we unite...
again.

Humbly, Andrea