Prayer chair and shawl, 06/16
In the sweet dawn
I sit on the wet earth.
The Holy One comes.
She sniffs the grass, the lighting day,
lays languid at my feet.
She turns,
turns toward me and all the galaxies.
She smiles,
lifts her head and laughs,
laughs into the sky, her eyes sparkling at the fading stars,
lifts her head and laughs into the whole day before us.
I breath, gentle.
Mary Elyn Bahlert, 6/1/16
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I am a spiritual seeker, a seeker who has "taken a drink from many cups." I love to accompany others on the deeper journey to witness to their True Self. Now a writer, photographer and poet, I have retired from full-time ministry as a pastor in downtown Oakland, CA.
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On Thu, Jun 2, 2016 at 11:57 AM, TheWisdomYears.wordpress.com wrote:
> thewisdomyears posted: “Prayer chair and shawl, 06/16 In the sweet dawn I > sit on the wet earth. The Holy One comes. She sniffs the grass, the > lighting day, lays languid at my feet. She turns, turns toward me and all > the galaxies. She smiles, lifts her head and laughs,” >
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