MorningPrayer Thursday

Dear God,
      The tattered treetops scatter the clouds like foam from crashing waves.  Black specs of crows ride the waves calling the chaos into life.  Our own spirits rise and dip and soar in the tumult and our hearts are filled with the wonder of life created and creating.  Immersed in the possibilities we ride the potential, a constellation in the sky and shout to the heavens, "Our Lord and God!"  AMEN


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