|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.
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!ReplyDelete