Saturday, September 5, 2015

Dear God,

This morning was quiet except for the sound of waves crashing upon shore.  The bright orange sun was leaving the horizon and gently lifting up, up, up.  The five women adorned in devotion were walking down the pathway to the beach.  The music began to play and the women took their places.

(In the moments before we do something for you, we well up with joy, with hope, and with peace.  We sense your living presence and feel close enough to touch you.  We fill up with faith because the very thing we do comes from that wondrous love that dwells deep within.  We breathe in the air of expectancy hardly able to wait.  We offer up our prayer.)

And then we danced.

Holy God,
who else
would take
our hand
so early
in the morning?
Who else
would receive
our whole devotion
at the
water's edge?
Who else
would welcome us
so wholeheartedly?
None but you;
none but you.

Love always, Andrea