offering before the altar of God.
Hildegard of Bingen
The sheer joy comes from this emptying out of ourselves, making our lives a gift.
God is speaking to me this morning in the pale tendrils of light
smoldering on the horizon:
His language of silence and color and gift.
Thank you Lord. May I always see you in all things,
hear you through all things, at all times and places:
recognize your hand reaching out to transform my heart into your new creation,
into friendship with God.
The whole earth is turning without a breeze stirring
toward the star you placed perfectly,
that is beginning to burn
the edges
of the tall grasses
into a molten gold
and glassy coral;
that is beginning to burn
the crusts
of our hearts.
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