Days pass and the years vanish and we walk sightless among miracles. Lord, fill our eyes with seeing and our minds with knowing. Let there be moments when your Presence, like lightning, illumines the darkness in which we walk. Help us to see, wherever we gaze, that the bush burns, unconsumed. And we, clay touched by God, will reach out for holiness and exclaim in wonder, "How filled with awe is this place and we did not know it."
April writes so beautifully, Paul captures the visual in an extraordinary way, and your precious Camilla continues to amaze me with her powerful spirit.
I'm afraid that I cannot take credit for the above prayer. It's a Jewish prayer, which I believe is one of many said on the Sabbath. I came across this prayer in a book I am currently reading titled My Grandfather's Blessings: Stories of Strength, Refuge, and Belonging, which was written by Rachel Naomi Remen, M.D.
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