MorningPrayer Friday

Dear God,
    The night teetered on the edge of the cup and fell into the coffee, disappearing into the darkness; no lingering, no turning back, no despair at the new light. We must move on, yes? Into the milky white day and the trees brushing the birds awake with gentle, painterly motions. We are hallowed vessels,  washed clean by blazing comets, waiting to be filled in the sacred hush of God breath.  We are butterflies wandering in the cosmic dust, flapping our wings and creating stars. AMEN

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