Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Dear God,

Always on the lookout for you, I am always excited to discover you. A simple walk on the beach points to all the ways you are present in the world. The ocean maintains its course; otherwise, the water would cover the earth. Each species of plant and animal knows its way to its own survival. The sun shines at just the right time and the stars take over in its turn. Friends laugh easily together. Lovers hold hands and gaze deeply into one another's eyes. Everything grows beautiful for you.

I leaned down to pick up the teeniest coral-colored shell, home to an even tinier being. Its ridges and turns are exquisite. Hand made, I figure. I stood and watched a snail in its own pool of ocean water make its way from one rocky ridge to another. Slowly leaving its print along the way.

And I wonder if I do what I am supposed to do. I wonder if I am making my own mark in the sand. If a tree grows, showing off its spring leaves, then turning them a whole different color in the Autumn just for you, how much of what I do is an intentional act of love toward you? I watch with great interest the trees who lift their limbs toward you, how they grow in your light, show off their colors, then let their leaves go, revealing their vulnerability in the winter and I think what great delight each one must bring you.

Each second ticks away, never to be realized again. Am I bringing joy to you, my love?

You are worthy,
Divine One,
you are worthy
of great devotion.
You lay out the stars,
then call them
to retreat.
Am I
as obedient,
as thoughtful,
as sensitive?
Am I
in earnest
when I live
my life
as an intentional
act of love
toward you?
Let the winds
of judgement
fall upon me
if I do not
do as you ask.
I desire
to please you.

Love, Andrea
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