Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Dear God,

A gentle, misting rain fell all day upon the dry, dusty, thirsty ground. We'd gone weeks without any substantial rain. Sometime in the night the heavens broke loose and the rain fell. By the time I got up and saw the gray rainy day, I thought I would work on the stairway but then something else caught my eye. I grabbed my cutters and went to the fence row between the neighbor's and our houses. And I began to cut, and cut and cut some more. By the time I had finished, I had one huge pile of limbs and three others. As the quiet rain fell cooling my warm body, I sat down on the bench and looked over what I had done. Hidden under the tree limbs and debris was a patch of Lily of the Valley flowers. Trimming the huge Norway Maple and some kind of tall pine opened a beautiful view into the woods. Cutting back a very tall, invasive scrappy rose "tree" revealed an area where a small bench could be placed, an intimate space for meditation and prayer. I reveled in prayer with you.

Throughout our years together you have disclosed many surprises to me. On any ordinary day, I may find some tiny extraordinary something wanting to tell its story, sing its song. And always I am mystified by the wonder of it all.

Make my soul
a perpetual opening
for you.
Every day
allow me
to anticipate
your wondrous appearance.
Then give me
a dance
to dance,
a song
to sing,
a story
to tell
of your glory.

Love, Andrea