Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Morning Song of the Meadowlark

Eastern Meadowlark - Wikipedia

Or As I Walk my Tightrope Higher

May my notes for Thee
Hold the purity
Of a morning song:
Calls from my humble being,
An authentic self,
With You along;

May I take all slights
And transform them

Sure they were not meant
To diminish Thee or
Whittle me---

May peace be my constant song
Within a day
Of twenty-four hours
Gifted back
With You along;

Then at the last
Hold me to Thy breast
Secure, Everlasting, Ever Fast.

A healing prayer for all Faiths
August 28, 2013

By Connie Nelson Ahlberg

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