Breath of Morning
Oh Lord, you are the aroma that has called me out of sleep this morning. You are my strong cup of coffee, bringing this morning into being to be held and savoured before going out of this sanctuary. My heart is open, a new page for you to begin your writing, your etchings. Fill the pages, as many as you want. I wait with open heart, ears and eyes, palms held upward to receive. In hope, with longing, with joy.
"Signore, ascolta da mattina la mia voce: Da mattina io ti spiego i miei desii, e sto aspettando" Psalm 5:3
3 comments:
Thanks NP. At least the reference is in English! I wish somehow the words of the beautiful language could come across.
"ascolta" means listen.
is that a picture you took? i love these windows into your world!
My journal, bright coloured pen and a rare treat of an espresso, from a roof top cafe at the most eclectic little cafe in my funky little town. A place where I can feel the wind - I always need to feel the wind to remind me of love, of freedom, of pursuing and being pursued.
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