Thursday, May 8, 2014

Dear God,

There is a dramatic difference between a cluttered field and a clear one.  That's why, I suppose, one is called a clearing.

As I continue to work in my sacred garden neglected for at least a century, I watch for signs that tell your divine story on earth.  I have worked in clutter and debris for nearly a decade.  Removing junk like broken glass, rusted pipes, plastic bags, rope, barbed wire, marbles, silver spoons, vinyl soldiers, broken metal of all kinds, and much, much more, I realize how easily we burden ourselves with debris that hides the way to our soul.  The spiritual and emotional junk weighs us down so much that we can become paralyzed.  Our vision is marred and our ability to move is impaired.  Yet, as always even a paralyzed soul can be liberated by your compassionate and almighty power.

Two days ago at the end of the day, my gardener friend and I finally made a large clearing in the sacred garden.  As we stood back and looked over our work, we could envision the beauty that waits to spring forth.

Good God,
keep speaking
to us.
Tell us
your divine story;
for we
need to
hear it.
Teach us how
to clear
and clean
so we
may be
freed up
from all
that binds us.
Allow us
to sit
at your feet
to ponder
your magnificent message
for humanity.

Love, Andrea