Monday, September 8, 2014

Dear God.

Sacred memory.  All day long I watched in the interior of my soul flashes of memory created over the weekend.  I remembered retreatants sharing together, new friends and old, small groups of strangers become family members, washing one another's feet like Jesus, worshipping, feeding one another from eternity's feast.  Like a living photograph album, I saw page after page of spirit happenings.  I muttered prayers of thanksgiving knowing full well my only leadership task was to open doors and set out the heavenly feast.  I remembered.  I rejoiced.  I was glad.

Heavenly Father,
your living grace
opens us
to sacred halls.
As we roam
we gather in
images of you
in our midst,
on your knees
in prayer,
standing with
an outstretched hand,
laughing, weeping,
smiling, listening.
We discover
faith's best
as we walk
the pilgrim way.
Sacred memory
fills us,
retraceable at
any moment.
Joy.  Peace.  Gratitude.

Always, Andrea