MorningPrayer Friday

Dear God,
   Sometimes our day begins softly and quietly, just the lonesome song of the flute drifting through the trees and the canyons of our mind. The rain adds a harmonic patter and we float through memories and dreams slowly finding our way. Be gentle with us, O God, for we sometimes need a cushion of softest fluff to recline on as we soar and sway. May we be supported on angel wings of symphonic breezes caressing our face. AMEN

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