Thursday, August 19, 2010

My dear God,

Night had fallen by the time I left choir practice. When I started the car, classical music was playing, JS Bach in particular. I rolled down the windows on the very dark street and pulled out onto the road. With the breeze blowing in, a gibbous moon high in the sky peeking through the shadows and memories of a lovely day playing out in my mind, I imagined myself in a sheer light green gown dancing before you.

When joy overcomes my soul, it can only overflow and spill out. What brings me joy is knowing you are present in every day life in small things and big. My inner being carries within me a radar that keeps you on my screen reminding me that life is best when your spirit is my constant companion.

Whether awakening in the early morning, going throughout my day or closing my eyes and feeling the cool Maine breezes coming through my bedroom window, I realize that your sacred presence makes all things more beautiful and spectacular. A gorgeous day is not simply a gorgeous day; it is a manifestation of your glorious presence. You paint the green leaves and the yellow, pink and purple flowers. You color the smile of a child and make music of two elderly people on a walk holding hands. As the ocean tide rises high to kiss the shore, I see the wonderment of nature titillating the human soul.

In my dance of gratitude, I simply whispered my prayers of thanksgiving.

Loving God,
you sweep in
like gentle
ocean breezes.
You lead me
to puddles
of cool
clean water
that nourishes
my soul.
You sing
creation's song
and I feel
remade, reshaped
all over again.

With deepest appreciation and love, Andrea