New Life, New Day

 

 

 As I began prepping my porch for spring and summer, I saw that others had arrived for another reason. My patio has become an Airbnb, of sorts. And I get to watch as this couple settles in to make a family.

It is a reminder… we don’t control everything. There is a rhythm in life. It is spring, and we watch as new birth appears far and wide.

 

…beauty and grace

God.

I am the wind that breathes upon the sea,
I am the wave on the ocean,
I am the murmur of leaves rustling,
I am the rays of the sun,
I am the beam of the moon and stars,
I am the power of trees growing,
I am the bud breaking into blossom,
I am the movement of the salmon swimming,
I am the courage of the wild boar fighting,
I am the speed of the stag running
I am the strength of the ox pulling the plow,
I am the size of the mighty oak tree,
And I am the thoughts of all people
Who praise my beauty and grace.

 


Prayer from Celtic Prayers, Robert Van De Weyer

Photo by Anthony : ) –Pexel

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