MorningPrayer Saturday

Dear God,
    Night has ended. Day has come.  Sunlight spilling through the trees. Dark sticks marching across the meadow. We are solid beings, filled with light and air, weaving dreams and memories of shadows and creating sculptures that withstand tempest and storm.  In this flow of life, this infinity of atoms and blood, you are there, our God, our image maker and template of design. From nowhere you came, birthing heaven and earth.  You share our mortality and our eternity. Praise and awe we are. AMEN

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