Sunday, September 13, 2009

Dear God,

Early this morning I saw shades of pink coming through the glass of my front door. I opened it and felt the rush of cold air as I gazed upon the sun taking its rightful place on the horizon. Beautiful pink hues spreading across the sky. Last night as I was leaving my aunt's party, the sun was setting with the same shades of pink, the sun a brilliant giant pink ball reflecting upon the lake.

As I drove home I pondered the beauty of skyscapes, fields, lakes, even the high and low dips in the road. I considered the faces of loved ones, how their eyes twinkle while they speak. I allowed my soul to respond to the beauty of the Native American flutes playing on the CD, my hands mimicking the soothing beats of the drums, my feet dancing with the familiar rhythms.

And then I thought of you. Visions of loveliness, sounds of the holy spark joy in my soul. All the senses bespeak your wondrous grandeur. I breathed a prayer.

Glorious is
your creation,
Lovely God,
and glory
to you.
All my senses
spoke of
your greatness
last night.
Allow my
whole person
to ever
praise you,
offering to you
my grateful praise.

Love, Andrea