I close my eyes..
and listen..
to the grey whistle of the wind whipping against everything...
and underneath that is the traffic of trucks and cars racing down the avenue..
but a little above that is the humm and gentle gurgle of the radiator...
while Daisy's snoring keeps the rhythm
and sometimes the faint roar of a jet enters in, on its way to Logan, or just taking off to somewhere,
somewhere,
somewhere...
and then there is the occasional solo line for a sparrow, chirping alone from the tree beyond my window...
and Lucky cat, warm against my side, breathing so softly,
blocking my way
so I can't get up without disturbing his peace...
so instead, I breathe in his peace, and the ordinary symphony of this moment.
amen.
Liturgy w/communion for September 14, 2025 (Pentecost 14/Trinity 13/Proper
19/Ordinary 24 - C)
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Texts: Jeremiah 4:11-12, 22-28; Psalm 14; 1 Timothy 1:12-17; Luke 15:1-10
*Call to Worship*
The foolish say, 'there is no God.'
*We come, trusting in Jes...
2 days ago
3 comments:
Isn't it amazing what we "hear" when we truly listen.
Beautiful!
what a symphony...like a Bach adagio
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