Thursday, October 17, 2019

Dear God,

I watch as the birds flock to the trees.  Eating from the "berry" trees, my contemplative garden is a sanctuary where birds feed, hide and drink from the tiny pond.  All sorts of birds make a home here every fall.  Wrens, sparrows, bluebirds, blue jays, robins, cardinals and more I can't name call our place home during this time of year especially.  Observing their playful behavior, I see joy dancing in the wind.

I think that is the way it is with us, O Lord.  We too like to return home to you finding refreshment, comfort, spiritual food and drink, refuge and opportunity to rejoice and give thanks.  When we make our way to you, we find you waiting for us.  You fill us too with good things.  And then we too want to dance in the wind and sing.

Blessed are you,
God of All The Earth.
We see
your amazing handiwork
and feel
the gentle breeze
of your spirit.
Thank you
for this
quiet and
beautiful time.

Love, Andrea