Morning Prayer – Friday
When the light of a thousand moons
wasn’t enough to peal the skin
from our vexing thoughts,
help us recognize ourselves in you,
gazing back at us in the mirror
of the young sky.
Morning Prayer – Friday
When the light of a thousand moons
wasn’t enough to peal the skin
from our vexing thoughts,
help us recognize ourselves in you,
gazing back at us in the mirror
of the young sky.
If we are made in God’s image and God sings, then we should be singing, too (just not in close proximity to each other at this time).
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Lovely, Robert. Interesting to read “peal” when I expected peel. And then, past tense yanked into the present. A prayer for all time. Praying to resound with His voice, His image on this (so far) uncreased, uncluttered, clean-slate Friday. Thanks!
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Reblogged this on Michael Moore's Blog and commented:
Amen, Rob
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