Thursday, September 3, 2009

Dearest God,

Many voices made one voice as we sang together the psalms. I watched with a tender heart as the women aged 30 to 90 sang familiar psalms they have sung literally thousands of times before.

I am so at home in the monastic community. Hearts and souls melded together to sing with one voice to you, God Most High. Women who have given their hearts to you to live in community as one body. Minds set on you.

Life seems so at rest during worship. Everything set aside to worship, praise and adore. Problems, sins, doubts and fears checked at the chapel entrance. The lion and lamb at rest together.

Hope lives in worship. Love is blessed because love for God grows during worship and therefore, love for others. Joy wells up within the soul. Faith is strengthened; inner peace is perfected. Living a life for you to bless the creation is made more and more possible.

Bowing to the altar as the service ends, I pick up my baggage at the door, lighter than before.

Who are you
but God
of all creation!
What is life
if not
a deep respect
and appreciation
of love's
greatest gift.
What is
my own soul
if not
a well
of devotion?
Worship, aah.

Love from your daughter, Andrea