The music of the cheerful stream, its waters flowing free,
Softly smooth and velvet grass, here we lay, the shady tree.
As light, the crispy morning air, did stir, the breath in me,
Then all my thanks, let render Thee, for the sky, the land and sea.
If you’re really listening,
if you’re awake to the poignant beauty of the world,
your heart breaks regularly.
In fact, your heart is made to break;
its purpose is to burst open again and again
so that it can hold evermore wonders.
Teach me how to trust
my inner knowing,
of my body,
the blessings of my spirit,
teach me to trust these
so that I may enter my
sacred space and love
beyond my fear
walk in balance
with the passing of each
~A Prayer of the Lakota
Many, Lord my God, are the wonders you have done, the things you planned for us. None can compare with you; were I to speak and tell of your deeds, they would be too many to declare. ~Psalm 40:5 ✝