MorningPrayer Tuesday

Lord of Creation,
   The wind is like a moaning surf this morning, sighing, sliding, slipping over naked tree limbs and  tossed frothing into  the smoky air.
Hold on to us, God.  Don't let us blow away and be lost in the tangled mountain top or dangled over a shadowy ravine. Grab our coattails, grab our desire and prayer of longing, hold us safe in the palm of your hand.  Help us to stand firm, trees of your ambition and eternal vision. Let us be your tree of life. AMEN

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