Tuesday, June 15, 2021

Dear God,

Outside our kitchen window the nearly-100-year-old, delicate, pink roses dance in the wind.  They belong to my neighbor.  They reside in our "community" garden we created together.  In the beginning a web of tangled, invasive bittersweet lorded over the garden.  After three years we finally managed a beautiful garden.  But I can't help but believe you had a hand in it all.

Whenever a breeze blows, I think of your spirit wind.  And when it blows gently and beautifully, it is like a sacred dance, one between you and whatever and whoever is dancing.  The roses especially, along with the Japanese willow tree, move this way and that, happily blessing the view of all those blessed to see it. And I am left to decide whether to pray in gratitude first or simply to join the dance.

Holy and Living God,

thank you

for all

that is attentive

to your spirit.

Thank you

for the beauty

outside my

kitchen window.

Thank you

for faith

that quickens us

to see,

hear and dance.

Love, Andrea