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Madrona at the Beach
hangs at the Green Spot Tea House and Gallery |
Dear God of the Green World, come into my being. Open my eyes to your beauty, my ears to your voice. Fill my belly with your love; My heart is filled with gratitude--but also with sorrow for the violence we do to each other. Guide my hands, my voice, my being, to express Your Divine Healing Love in all my actions.
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This morning the birds were my chanters, as though leading a prayer of thanksgiving. And when the birds were quiet, the trees seemed to sing. The green world was alive and I could hear it, feel it --SO alive!
Beautiful -- your silk art, your prayer, your thoughts and words!
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