MorningPrayer Friday
Holy God,
Late leaves whisper in the tree tops this morning, reluctant to leave their dwelling and return home to the earth. The breeze whispers of new possibility in the day yet begun. We see your face in the garden and feel your touch, welcoming us into life beautiful and eternal. May we pause in the moment, experience the divine and know the transforming power of your presence. Let us begin again, this day. AMEN
Late leaves whisper in the tree tops this morning, reluctant to leave their dwelling and return home to the earth. The breeze whispers of new possibility in the day yet begun. We see your face in the garden and feel your touch, welcoming us into life beautiful and eternal. May we pause in the moment, experience the divine and know the transforming power of your presence. Let us begin again, this day. AMEN