Wednesday, July 28, 2021

Dear God,

The land is holy ground.  More than a decade ago, you whispered to me, "There is the opening to the spiritual path."  As I gazed out over the gnarly, tangled, thorny woods, beset by so many invasive plants, vines and trees, I had no idea what you were talking about.  Yet, one day I picked up a shovel and began to dig.

I now realize I have simply been reclaiming what has always been yours.  Neglected, abused, really a horrible dumping ground for the broken, battered, lost, forgotten and ugly, it is now a living ground of beauty, hope and peace.  Your daily whisper heard not only by me but others as well continues to call us to work, clean, clear, plant and prune.  Thank you for the honor, Holy God.

Thank you

for the sound

of your voice,

for the work

of your hand

and for

the love

in your heart,

Majestic God.

I look out

into the woods

and all

I see

is you.

Praise to you.

Love, Andrea