Monday, February 28, 2011

Dear God,

The tiny bird tweeted and chirped, preened and warbled on the bare winter branches of the crab apple tree planted just outside the window of our writing room. For a seemingly long time it stretched its wings and sang. I listened and watched as nature's best sang for all she was worth. And the birds of the air in nearby trees enchanted her by responding in various trills and quavers. It reminded me of the sounds of heaven and earth singing its own responsive litany.

I once longed to find evidence of the divine, the sacred in the world. I wanted to know if you existed. It was scary because I wasn't sure what I would encounter. I was just a child. Since then you have lead me down paths I never knew were there. I have met people who pointed me to you, traveled to what became holy places, stumbled into truths, learned life lessons, and discovered myself in the midst of miracles not because I was a truly devout pilgrim but rather because I was a hungry seeker.

As I daily watch for signs, I am blown away by the constancy of your presence, your care and your love. Who would not believe?

What is life
but a sojourn,
a hunt
for the
mystical beauty
in the cosmos?
Great God,
increase my longing
for you
so that
I will
not miss
what you want
to show me.
Like the
tiny bird,
make me
a witness
to all
that you are.

Love, Andrea