MorningPrayer Saturday

Dear God,
Sometimes like a slow, tired river the day begins to flow, only bird calls picking up its skirts and pulling it along. Then, dawning light illuminates the banks and river shoals and we hasten onward; the river calling, "Come, come explore me." ... God, be the land through which we flow, Jesus, be the current of our movement. Spirit fill us with inner strength. Blessings be. AMEN