prayer

We Do Eventually Become the River

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When we are in our seasons of prayer,

it’s not that we are sending our hopes, our dreams

down the stream, as paper boats toppling –

fragile vessels, through the rapids.

No.

We do eventually become the river,

sending hope

and the power of faith, surging,

merging,

with the greatest

of all oceans,

victorious.

Praying Together

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If we join our hands, and our hearts My Love,

perhaps our world will be

more beautiful when we open our eyes,

and if not, then at least

we will have the strength

to make it through

the storms.

As the Wind Gently Moves the Tall Grass

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As the wind gently moves the tall grass

on the side of the mountain,

a few bees

contend for the wildflowers swaying,

and my heart is at rest,

listening

as the shadow of hawk wings

silently

passes over – stirring, bringing

a sense of adventure.

And in the wind now, I can hear

Him speak.

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Prayer – not a religion really, or even our heads

maneuvering, but simply our hearts

lifting up, asking for wings

and the strength

to believe.

The Strength We Carry

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Green leaves reflecting, noble trees

as the ducks paddle quietly,

and in a deep breath

light speaks,

with an assurance that beauty

is the strength we carry

in this world.

Closer to a Sense of Rest

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Summer,

ocean waves pulling us in, drawing us closer to a sense of rest,

as we feel more comfortable with our own peace,

knowing

seeing pieces of who we once were,

we invite the silence

of our own hearts,

saying quietly, “yes”.

Covering Us with Clouds Pushed Away

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Light dances on the ocean, little prayers really

for us to consider, purifying

our thoughts with the unlimited

being so deep and beautiful,

as the sky moves,

covering us with clouds pushed away.

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