This morning I wrote a poem or a prayer for this evening, for anybody who needs or wants it.
love,
-g
As the High One, Yah, in the gentle winds of Eden Walked with Adam and Eve in the cool of the day Come to us in the breath, the winds, the air of the world's twilight And abide with us in silence and rest—be yourself our Sabbath rest, O Yah, Father in the skies, O Child of Palestine calling out “Come unto me, All you who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest” A holy Breath-Wind filling these bodies of clay In the heartbroken, quiet dust of the world, falling with the sun Come to us, come to us, come to us Be the guest at the table of our hearts, Let our table this evening be the table of Sarah and Abraham, Whose generous hearts saw “the least of these” tired and thirsty And dusty in the desert, and, in the three, offered food and drink to You Face to face to face, in the name of Yeshua our Messiah-King, amen.
A beautiful prayer poem so soft and quiet and sad, the deep need for rest
"Be the guest at the table of our hearts."