Thursday Prayer

All beings

are words of God,

His music, His art.

Sacred books we are, for the infinite

camps

in our souls.

Every act reveals God and expands His Being.

I know that may be hard

to comprehend.

All creatures are doing their best

to help God in His birth
of Himself.

Enough talk for the night.
God is laboring in me.

I need to be silent

for a while:

worlds are forming

in my heart.