MorningPrayer Saturday
Dear God,
The morning has meandered into the noon sun, swallowed by the melting ice and discarded scarves. Perhaps, in the pursuit of duty and task we are following our bliss and becoming perfect in your will. Our shadow, once frozen in place has shortened and follows our steps. Are we on the Way of your being, as we follow the day becoming? Is this the necessary question of existence... one wonders. Following bliss is certainly a prayerful equation, and so, here we are, God, in prayer. AMEN