August Twenty Nineteen

August Twenty- Nineteen 

"I pray to become

like a child

to inherit the kingdom.

A child rolling down

a green hill,

feeling how easy it is

to talk with God.

Where life is happening

only now....

Forgetting what is over

and done with.

Remembering what is truly

important.

Like yummy things

and big hugs....

Innovate-create

my every idea

into being.

To take it as it comes....

Color outside the lines

and draw,

make, stick, cut, sprinkle!

Could I get my fingers

into paint

and my feet

into puddles?.....

Could I believe

that clouds are actually

giants and angels?

And fall asleep

when my head

hits the pillow

flying high in my dreams

through the night

into mornings made of

wisdom and miracles?....

Waking up like a child

into brand new

gratitude

and simple

beginnings

like, 'Wow!' "

-Jennifer Glaser

Holy, good God,

In these holy-days,

Give us rest from our doing.

Grant us sweet rest from demands.

Fill our being with peace.

Re-create our soul.

Re-store our spirit.

Send dew drops of joy onto all we do.

In these holy-days,

We give the gift of our presence,

To those we love,

And to You,

Holy, good God.

Amen.

-Rodney Marsh