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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Linda
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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Thank you, Linda. I am grateful to know that you read my blog! Blessings to you.
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