Pause for Prayer: Tuesday 6/24

 

Some days it's so hot, Lord,

I can't do much more

than marvel at the Dogwood

who never breaks a sweat

as she stares,

with cool intensity,

directly in the face,

of your blazing, noonday sun... 

 

But not me, Lord! 

 

I'm always, instinctively, 

desperately looking for shade: 

for a grove of leafy branches overhead,

shelter from old Sol; 

for the respite and relief

of a cool breeze, an iced drink

or a cold moist cloth

to wipe my weary brow... 

 

Teach me, sister Dogwood,

to look up to the heavens,

into the face of God;

to absorb the rays and heat of grace

and find some sweet refreshment

'neath the Spirit's sheltering wings...

 

Amen. 

 

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