MorningPrayer Sunday
Dear God,
The prism catches the sun's rays, casting colors in careless abandon across the room, like birds flinging notes into the sky and like humans wandering the garden, smelling roses, checking plants. Is it a new beginning, this day; a day of opportunity for the sweet aroma of reds and yellows, violets and greens to sing their song? What gift can we bring as we awaken? What blessing might we be to a world of beauty and yet a world of need? Bless us God, we pray, with a gift. AMEN
The prism catches the sun's rays, casting colors in careless abandon across the room, like birds flinging notes into the sky and like humans wandering the garden, smelling roses, checking plants. Is it a new beginning, this day; a day of opportunity for the sweet aroma of reds and yellows, violets and greens to sing their song? What gift can we bring as we awaken? What blessing might we be to a world of beauty and yet a world of need? Bless us God, we pray, with a gift. AMEN
