We carried our grief to the ocean's edge, sat quiet in the sand; the sorrows softened as the waves washed over them and the brilliance of the morning sun upon the shimmering waters filled our hearts with wonder.
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Gentle me, Holy One, into an unclenched moment, a deep breath, a letting go of heavy expectancies, of shriveling anxieties, of dead certainties, that, softened by the silence, surrounded by the light, and open to the mystery. I may be found by wholeness, upheld by the unfathomable, entranced by the simple, and filled with the joy that is You.
~ from GUERRILLAS OF GRACE by Ted Loder with thanks to Marjorie Michael