Saturday, May 2, 2009

Dearest God,

The crowd that had gathered together were noisy, fellowshipping with one another, remembering and reflecting upon the death of a close friend. But when I came around the corner and lit the altar candles, everything fell into a hush. The light had entered the darkness.

The sound of faith is like no other sound. There is a reverence, a love, a sacred love. It is like being in the throne room with your son. Who wants to talk in the sacred dwelling place?

Any space can be the dwelling place of God. Your light brings our hearts to a momentary pause. In our spirits we bow to honor you and to give you your rightful place. It is saying with our souls, "You are God."

You are God,
Sacred God on High,
and we bow
before you.
We want
to bow
before you.
We want
to humble ourselves
in your
mighty presence.
Why would
we not?
Our very existence
has come
into being
by your word.
Our breath
is yours.
We are
your cherished gift.
The gift
always bows
to the giver.
It is
our honor
to do so.

Love, Andrea