Sunday, July 4, 2010

My dearest God,

At sunset we sat on the concrete birm on the rocky coast of Maine waiting for the fireworks to begin. How beautiful the scene in front of us: pink skies radiating as the sun set for the night, a cool breeze blowing, lifting the waves into gentle whitecaps, children playing with sparklers, small boats with their lights aglow floating on the ocean water and families gathered laughing and enjoying one another. Just before the nighttime display a trolley pulled up just a few yards away and applause began to spread as a bride in white and her groom stepped down and walked barefoot in the sand to the water's edge. In a warm embrace, a photographer snapped shots of the couple as the fireworks exploded in the skies.

What I know is to anticipate the unexpected. When I limit myself to what is happening at the moment, I miss the joy of special gifts that can occur in an instant. When I accept the reality of random happenings, I am ready to receive whatever comes. It may be spectacular, an extraordinary event that may last seconds or hours. Or it may be the slightest movement revealing the wonder of the cosmos. In either case I have the privilege of receiving the gift of life. And even if a great tragedy unfolds, I know that you still hold the creation and I have the opportunity of drawing close in a time of uncertainty.

My, how
each day
brings offerings
of wonder
and awe.
I bask
in the glory
of revelations
of your spirit.
Gratitude fills
my heart
as once again
I ooh
and aah
the joy
of it all.

Love always, Andrea