Thursday, May 2, 2019

Dear God,

On this day very long ago when I was a child, I used to gather wild flowers and sometimes pretty flowers from the neighbor's garden to take to elderly people.  I would lay them on their front porch, ring the door bell and then run away.  The gesture was to be an anonymous surprise.  I loved doing it.  I hope all the lonely women liked it.

On this May Day, I think of how compassion can be played out, how you stretch our ability to love and be merciful and how you draw us to people where we can offer love and kindness.  But then this is also a day when I think of all the mercies I have received from teachers, neighbors, family members, friends and even strangers.  You have poured out your mercies and I am so very grateful.

You are
a loving God;
there is none
like you.
On this day
I remember you
most of all,
all your compassion
poured out
on me.
You are
the God
of my faith,
the God
of my life
and the God
of my love.
Thank you,
Blessed One,
thank you.

Love, Andrea