Listening to the news grieves this heart.
Voices cry warnings of a storm brewing
somewhere, every day, every moment.I want to turn away from it all,
cover my ears, bury my head in the sand,
still storm clouds rise on the far horizon.With diligence I stay alert listening to the
thunder of lies, watching for lightning bolts of anger,
each a sign of the growing storms of hatred.Oh, to wake from this nightmare, to discover
instead, a sunlight of love rising on the horizon,
offering us the gift hope. This is my prayer!ms
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Evening Clouds
“You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might pray also in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.” ― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
Being in nature is a form of prayer. With my camera in hand I’m always looking for something to place in the viewfinder. To do that I must observe and stay present then I cannot help but see the wonder of nature and reflect on it’s creation. I’m thankful to be there and when giving thanks we’re offering a prayer in nature.