MorningPrayer Tuesday
Dear God,
(pause)...(breathe)...let go of words....
Opening the shutters of ourselves.
The darkness flees and the light spills in.
(pause)...(breathe)...opening still...
Prayers of the saints swaying like soaring butterflies flow through the shutters and cloak us in the shimmering radiance of hope and new life. The breath of God blows away the darkness slinking in the corners and lifted up in new possibility,
we enter the day.
we enter the day.
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