Santa Cruz Sunday #19

I read this part of a prayer that I typed below for you on our bus ride yesterday, and it captured a few times on our trip when we were so moved by the awe and wonder of God's beauty around us. How can we take it all in?  May you experience a bit of awe in this week ahead...

 Listen to my blinking eyes,

for at certain moments

when sunlight strikes just right,

or stars pierce the darkness just enough,

or clouds roll around just so,

or snow kisses the world into quietness,

everything is suddenly transparent…

and something in me is pure enough

for an instant

to see your kingdom in a glance,

and so to praise you in a gasp-

quick,

then gone,

but it is enough.

-       Ted Loder, Guerrillas of Grace


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