i do not need to be kneeling in a
little chapel made of stone …
this is not the only nook
i can pray
it need not be in block style prayers to reach the ultimate gift of faith.
each day as I walk among the
golden wind-blown grain,
see the sunlight lit by golden flame –
not only by moving pink lips of
my mouth or
bowing a curly mop of hair,
but by living each day
opening my eyes
and being aware
that in all there is Love!
Unearthed during the recent attic cleaning.
Written in November 1971
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