I, the Rock, I the River,
I the Tree
I am yours—
your passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces,
you have a piercing need
For this bright morning
dawning for you.
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For your prayer, your journey into God, May you be given a small storm ... named after you.
You begin your storm under the Eye of God. A watchful, caring eye gazes in your direction as you wrestle with the life force within.
In the midst of these holy winds In the midst of this divine wrestling your storm journey leads you into the eye, Into the Eye of God where all is calm and quiet. A stillness beyond imagining! Into the Eye of God after the storm Into the silent, beautiful darkness Into the Eye of God.
~ from A TREE FULL OF ANGELS: SEEING THE HOLY IN THE ORDINARY by Macrina Wiederkehr