MorningPrayer Wednesday


Creator God,
     The August symphony is in motion; the slow, sultry night sounds flowing like Pachelbel in the night air and the morning mist laying like a solemn voiced  blanket across tree and meadow. We slip lazily through the sounds like a ballerina or charge like a bull through the auditorium.  What sounds and emotions ignite our imagination and open our hearts to new forms of music and sensation?  What music shall we play today, God, as we create our own symphony in the orchestra of our being?  May we play the Rite of Creation and the Requiem of eternity, for you. AMEN

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