Sunday, July 29, 2007

My dearest God,

I sat on my loveseat at the church, watching, listening to the voice of God. I knew where the words and tune had come from. It was my spirit that first heard and saw the new song. My study was a place of sacred dwelling.

I know the history, at least some portion of the history of these my sisters and brother. Three pilgrims on the path, leaning forward to the Holy. One sat quietly beside me while the others sang and played the guitar. Astounding. Wonderful. Beautiful. I recognized your voice immediately as they offered this song, your song.

Aspiring pilgrims offer so much more than aspiring composer/singers. Aspiring composers and singers desire to make the big time. Aspiring pilgrims seek to fulfill the wonder within them, the gift of God searching to find its way outside, like Michelangelo as he sought to release the figures from stone.

I have watched with quiet observation these three people. At varying levels I have observed their climb to the heavens. I have known some of their pain, their struggle for the sacred, the lean-tos they have built for their pilgrimage. I have seen you in their eyes, heard your voice within them. I have seen God through them, enriching my own life.

I do not know, am not privy to the future. But I do know that your future within them is brilliant and bright as noon day sun. Joy wells inside my own spirit as I think about it.

I heard
your new songs,
Lord.
And I loved them.
I am filled
with wonder
to sit
in your presence,
listening, watching, observing.
I am a witness
to your magnificent grace.
And what am I to say?
Thank you
for opening doors and windows
to your spirit.
Thank you
for the Light
that reshapes darkness
into light.
Thank you
for thirst and hunger
that inspires a journey
for real food and drink.
Thank you
for agape,
a love that never ends.
Holy One,
Great God of Joy and Peace,
thank you.

Love always, Andrea