Monday, November 30, 2020

Dear God,

Today is the last day of November.  Tomorrow begins winter in my eyes, a time of quietude where roots rest in soil, where shrubs, trees and plants slow down and where rain, snow and wind can come and go having their say, reminding us now is time for rest for human souls as well.  Even as I write it, I take a very big deep breath and let it slowly go out.  Yes, it is time for slumber, solitude and soul tending.

There is no doubt about it, O God, this is my favorite time of the year.  I look forward to October and November coming because I know December is not far behind.  My soul counts the days, my lungs began to pull in deeper breaths and my mind begins it slow down.  You will provide more time to dwell together, you and I,  We will talk and listen, less talking for me and much more listening.  Ah, yes dwelling time, dear God, dwelling time!

Holy, holy, holy

are you,

God of the Cosmos.

Thank you

for this season,

for change 

and transformation,

for more light

in the darkness,

more hope

in despair,

more peace

in chaos.

I love you,

dearest God,

I love you.

Forever yours, Andrea