The whisper of your presence is enough, Holy One, to move me through this time.
A beam of sun by day or the radiance of the moon by night, I hold your light in the palm of my heart.
A strain of music plucks at the tensions in my limbs, and invokes the songs of my memory, and the stories of my life and loves. I sway with the deep, resonant rhythms of earth, and draw your energy from the ancestral wisdom of the ground.
The kiss of the breeze tickles the back of my hand, and lifts the wings of the creatures of the air. All we that draw breath soar together in a dance of delight and longing.
A drop of water permeates a protective exterior, easing into the sinews of our pain with the tender reminder that we are yours–buried in baptism, risen in glory, ashes at last.
Your whisper surprises and emboldens us, comforts and sustains us, challenges and empowers us.
Your whisper is enough.
Your blessing is enough.
Anne Fraley is rector of St. Peter’s Episcopal Church in South Windsor, CT. A life-long dog-lover, she escapes the demands of parish life volunteering for animal rescue groups. She occasionally succeeds at reviving her blog at reverent irreverence.
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