Blessed
is the seed that falls on good soil and so produces a rich harvest; It shows us
what happens when we take the word of God to heart.
Blessed
is the vine which, having been pruned becomes all the more fruitful. It shows
us the good of self-denial.
Blessed
are the flowers of the field. Their beauty bears witness to God's prodigal
artistry.
Blessed
are the many sparrows. Their carefree life gives us a lesson to trust in
providence.
Blessed
is the wind, coming from where we do not know, to set sails in motion, to
breathe life into dying embers. It reminds us of the mysterious workings of the
Spirit.
Blessed
is the rain that falls without favor on all fields. In it we see a reflection
of God's indiscriminate love for all God's children.
Blessed
are the leaves that know when to let go and do so in a blaze of color. They
show us how to die.
This is a beautiful prayer - is it your own ?
ReplyDeletePhil, I did not, but it inspired me to do a little work on autumn poems. I'm not quite finished, but getting there.
ReplyDeleteI wish you well with this- it's a great season for inspiration.
ReplyDeleteBlessings